MB3 Brown - 30 for 30
My life is the definition of booked and busy
I'm on a different mission
Spending time in the kitchen, tryna perfect the dishes
I go the distance on sprained ankles, that boy a Piston
Isaiah Thomas, a bad boy when the kid is mentioned
Merci, merci
I'm speaking French in my New Orleans, and got a Creole girl wearing my jersey
Balling everyday, I'ma need a 30 and 30
Flu game season, every minute got a purpose
My music is therapy for the soul
I'm always hard to reach, 'cause I'm reaching out for my goals
I can't take no advice, this a path that I walk alone
Elevated my price, I'm looking for all my respect that's owed
I been making music since 10 years old
Dreaming bout a rap that could capture a plaque of gold
I can't say that I've captured hearts, when my own people casting stones
That knowledge leaving me cold, I bundle up for the road as I weather the storm
A mortal man, but I'm in godly form
Staying out the way where y'all be misinformed
Missing the family, but I don't know if they ever miss the boy
I'm tryna find happiness money can't endorse
A world of horror, I'm steady winning like Robert Horry
Who's my opponent?
This is all condition, I'm just living for the moment
Use your own conviction, using talent tryna flourish
This a new religion, bow your heads for the omen
My life is the definition of booked and busy
I'm on a different mission
Spending time in the kitchen, tryna perfect the dishes
I go the distance on sprained ankles, that boy a Piston
Isaiah Thomas, a bad boy when the kid is mentioned
Merci, merci
I'm speaking French in my New Orleans, and got a Creole girl wearing my jersey
Balling everyday, I'ma need a 30 and 30
Flu game season, every minute got a purpose
Smug faces, I got friends in high places
Doing dirty work, but I'm living in God's graces
God must've cried at the thought of what he created
We baptize these verses so you're surely breath-taken
Take that smile of ya face, it's time to get my reparations
Fresh out the city, would've never thought I made it
Everybody got some pride, so I know it cause a divide
But if enemies try to slide, I know they Cain, but I'm not Abel
They let the horses out the stable
Kentucky Derby flows, I'm driving like I got a label
These days, nobody wanna see you being grateful
But I'm jus tryna make a couple songs you can relate to
Maybe I'm not coming correct, I'm a pathological liar, a force of nature at best
I looked death in the eyes, told him I'm surely blessed
So we'll see what's happening next, I'll be at Uptown for the quest
My life is the definition of booked and busy
I'm on a different mission
Spending time in the kitchen, tryna perfect the dishes
I go the distance on sprained ankles, that boy a Piston
Isaiah Thomas, a bad boy when the kid is mentioned
Merci, merci
I'm speaking French in my New Orleans, and got a Creole girl wearing my jersey
Balling everyday, I'ma need a 30 and 30
Flu game season, every minute got a purpose
How would you like to be remembered?
As the quietest in the crowd?
Or the one who's overcome with silence when they are told they're too loud?
Or the one who uses public opinion as their driving sound?
Stop hiding from life
Live it
Written by:
Mitchell Brown III
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