[Intro]
Man
E-Cle still locked up B
Guess I still gotta work on this 30,000

[Verse 1]
My n***a E-Cle locked the fuck up still
I’m in the hundreds about to walk uphill
It’s been a while since I flew you a kite
Sorry for neglecting you whenever I write
I been having bullshit of my own n***a
I caught a case in Indiana
They tried to put a year in my face
But that shit ain’t shit to the shit that you facing
I wish you was facing a blunt in your granny’s basement, huh
I think about how you was down [?] when you see me
I just had one wish for the genie
I told her let the n***a E-Cle out early
That’s all a n***a wanted
Everything else really a bonus
If hе was outside he’s really bе on it
No question about it
He said I owe him 30,000 bars when 20 surrounds him
E cold as fuck
The young boy builds steel that is rapping
And I’m doing some crazy shit you couldn’t imagine
Can you believe I got a song with Rock Marci and Ransom?
You can’t hear it now, I want to throw tantrums
I’m still a n***a that don’t want a phantom
Get ghost in the Buick
I still play your music
The shit that we made for the Streetwise album
That was a whole lot of bars, it still didn’t equal 30,000
I’m still writing hard in the paint
I did a lot of things lyrically when people said that I can’t
Imma see you on the outside
We gon’ put steam in the kitchen like Doubtfire
I’m starting to sing [?]
I wanted to make you laugh n***a yo I’m lying
They locked my n***a Tree up too
By the time n***as hear this he gon’ be outside sporting the latest. oh
Rapping the greatest
I got this same ambition from Cle
I had to fly a kite that you can see
Sheesh
[Outro]
I still got more to that 30,000
I don’t know if I’m at 30,000