Roc Marciano - 30 Keys lyrics

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Roc Marciano - 30 Keys lyrics

[Hook] I don't wanna do it, gotta do it They gotta use it Go get the powder, move it [Verse 1] Used to chip it at the lab Bag, to flip it on the ave Every trip I'm like, "This one is the last" Two weeks later, I'm dippin' in my stash Back to the krill again, feelin' thin If you doing it to eat, is it still a sin? Used to feel bad, but then in short time was like "f** your family, someone got rich off mine" That's the truth, dinner was instant soups Those under my roof put dudes in expensive coupes I was bitter as the ripest lime And saw that only n***as living lived a life of crime Jumper wasn't wet enough Too rushed to write a rhyme Since I was the only son, it was time to shine Made sense to deliver and seal for a dollar sign The figures I did to move to improve my bottom line A drug connection naturally a thug's progression To keep my faculties pa**ionately hugged to weapon With flaming aim, became the best in the gutter field From the 'ville But I wish I had another sk** [Hook] I don't wanna do it, gotta do it They gotta use it Go get the powder, move it [Verse 2] I'm stuck to the path, reluctant But just one touch of the cash corrupted Got good at pulling strings like I master puppets No feat too sweet, trying to ama** this custard Came into wealth, 'shamed of myself, past disgusted But getting paid made for a fast adjustment In this trade, ain't afraid to get splashed or busted Even for small numbers, none are vastly trusted I hushed it, heard my conscience in a clear voice "Don't forsake us to make this a career choice" Nights you try to slice your pie, you appear moist But no wins if no sales so get it in gear and get hoist Remember my thirst, dumb, young, and on the spree My agenda at first, I wasn't even gonna read Was firm as his turn, a couple hundred to a G Shoulda stopped then, now locked in, coming for a key [Hook] I don't wanna do it, gotta do it They gotta use it Go get the powder, move it [Outro] Who's f**in' with that? Tell me, who's f**in' with that? That one hurt man, that one hurt Can't capture those feelings, you had to live that sh** Real

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