AKINYELE - 30 DAYS lyrics

rate me

I never did time, committed mad crime

Only paid rhymes, but now niggaz drop dimes

Harmonizin on a homicide rap

Singin in the precinct, tryin to catch an R&B contract

Now they hit me with a one to THREE, personal-LY

conspira-CY, it don't mean shit to ME

The time will go fast, because I'm true blue

On the DL, back home, I got a stash for Ma Duke

I stack razor blades in my shoe

Niggaz threaten to kill the Ak, if I ever come through

And I'm doin 30 more days, in this steel cage

Locked down with men that go both ways

But gays ain't gon' grease me

My razor blade say O.P.P., niggaz in P.C. gon' know me

I'm not the everyday herb

Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb

Fuck a pro-noun, I get down for my crown

Pass the three-pound, show it to King Clown, and watch him lounge

You know the whole PHASE

I'm about to go through the government's MAZE

in about 30 days

You know my name, no shame in my game

Best to fly the kid champagne from Spain

About to go in, to push a BID, for wrongs I done DID

Goin away party at the CRIB

Me and my friends gonna get together

I didn't think jail could ever, I learned to never say never

but now we just gonna party.. party..

Shit, fiesta.. for-ever..

Gun ? up on my floor

All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door

Don't wanna get hit, with a bullet, meanin a year time in jail

if you can't, comprehend, with the slang friend

All you do, don't act like nuts

It don't make no sense for the whole crew, to get locked up

Bad enough I have to go in yo

But when the shit hit the fan, debris' gotta blow

Windy days, but ain't nothin changed but the weather

While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters

That's for queers, couple of years

later gator, but hold all them crocodile tears

Because it ain't like I'm dyin

You see I'm not marked for death, so stop the bloodclot cryin

This ain't The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it

I take it slow, cause I'll be home before you know it

I'm comin through like X-rays

in approximately, the next 30 days

But if you think I'm tryin to skip town

You best to purchase a hearing aid and ask yourself how that sound

I'm not tryin to jump bail, cause that's the dough

that I'ma use to flip up the new connects, that I meet in jail

Politicians they all know dis

Every now and then they visit a snitch, who helped em get rich

Yeah part of the government's plan

Lock down the man who stack grands, put him in the hand of Uncle Sam

This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days

I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs

And while I'm inside, I take in stride

Livin in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly

Days go by, night gets darker, but I'm a New York

Whalin on your ass like Orca

Not the Avon Lady, stay up out my face

It only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case

You get done in different ways

I'm headed for the cage

within the next 30 days

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