Anderson Paak - 30,000 lyrics

[Intro: Anderson .Paak ] ...and if it wasn't me then who could ever No comparisons b**h, you could never Say "but f** it, I'm retired" ho, that's my gift to you Dont ask me what's next, Don't ask me what i'm getting into 30,000 Say "if it wasn't me then who could ever" No comparisons b**h, you could never Hey but f** it I'm retired ho That'd be my gift to you [Verse 1: JonWayne] Rode my bike around Hacienda Heights Moved my a** to La Habra, started eating mics Dropped the record and stay up in thirty Hyatts Cus' the kid shoot the sh** like a high fiber diet I'm not the the type to wyle out but I'm a riot I'mma ride it like a coattail, write it like a sales quote Rhyme book flames, Dhalsim strain, Zangief grip upon the game Just saying your boy's Super Got that stupid that'll smack you out your Supra Anyone in earshot the neck is like a tuba And if you gouda, I can grant your wishes Or else you get a bag of dirty J. Cole for Christmas I'm up to bat, my hands are riddled with these blisters They ain't trying to see me like a stack of dirty dishes By the way it seems my word been missing I've been chomping on Chipotle and f**in' a purty mistress Living the life as far as I am concerned Dropped a ton like Wile E. Coyote on birds If you think that I'm retired you ain't know in the 3rd You can make like Miss Muffet, eat a dick with some curds Speakin' regal see 'em fleein' when they hear my beacon Feeling like a bag of leaves when I get to steeping Feeling like a f'kn G when I get the bleep in I'm on my private eye steeze when I get to creepin' While you fake acts change your name with every season My flame has been the same, I run the torch in every region When I'm grieving I stay up writing these masterpieces They want a piece but stop leeching, son, and get back to teaching, Why you think I grabbed the mic for? To start MC'ing Cus' if you wanna look cool, sure, I can stuff you in the freezer Save your time, space, and breath, the message is yes If you don't got that heat you best done hop up out the kitchen I'll boil you and your carrots up in that pot you piss in If you don't stop me I'll keep going on just like a piston Bring your boys and b**hes, lemme paint this picture I've been ill since DOOM was eating rap-snitch-knishes And I'mma keep it 30,000 like my HP Boss Battle Flow , I'm a legend for all eternity Yeah, I'm a mortal though, I will die eventually But don't get it twisted, you can spin me on a 33 33 and a third Cus' I'm gonna s- Cus' I'm gonna speak 33 and third And I may just speak until I'm heard, word Wayniac