Danny Brown — 30

[Verse] Sent your bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses Turn your bitch Slick Rick right now if I flashed it Ate a couple pills and took the bud up out the plastic Flickin' bogey ashes, bitch, I stay blasted Microphone Cassius, Magic with the sick shit 'Posed to been dead, but bitch, I'm still up in this bitch Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion Fucked a pregnant bitch, she save money on her ga-bortion I feel like Billy Corgan in a church playing organ Coverin' Too $hort, smokin' a Newport Hurt, hoped the drugs would help the pain to go away But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray So step inside the mind that revolves around the rhyme And every time he close his eyes, visions of white lines Dyin' in the arms of a blonde, blue-eyed twenty-something Don't know her name, but the paramedics chest pumpin' Thirty-something Black male OD'd off of pills That he weren't prescribed, but they took his life Left behind a daughter that don't really even know him 'Cause her mama thought he wouldn't make a living off of poems But it was a long journey on a rocky road Had a hoodie on and a jacket in the snow Walkin' in the cold on the way to the studio Nigga, that was just a couple years ago Dropped a couple mixtapes on the 'net Niggas tried to front like I wasn't all that But guess what, bitch? I'm coming back Guess what, bitch? I'm coming back Signed to Fool's Gold, now everything is all gnarly Now these bitches want my number to get up in the party Came a long way from extension cords in the window Borrow neighbor's power just to plug up the Nintendo Where the oven's never closed and the stove's never off Every winter so cold, niggas sleepin' wearing scarf But I always tell myself that it's gon' get better You know who you is? You the greatest rapper ever So now the pressure's on to prove that voice right Some people never knew they goals, knew mine my whole life So now his turn's up, fixin' up to bat Pitchin' singles to the label when I used to pitch crack I never learned to rap, always knew how Ever since a nigga eight, knew what I would do now When I turned twenty-eight, they like, "What you gon' do now?" And now a nigga thirty, so I don't think they heard me That the last ten years, I been so fucking stressed Tears in my eyes, let me get this off my chest The thoughts of no success got a nigga chasing death Doin' all these drugs, hope an OD ain't next, triple-X