30 Years Styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
I'm so happy with my gift for my B day
You'll get a present blew the candles
Now I'm cutting the cake
Cause of my sentence
So advanced, when I see Apple, I see Tetris
Who knew that Back to the
Future was in the present?
Ivor Novello flow every time I write
Every time I'm on the mic is
A reminder for why I'm signed
Poverty-born child worth a million
You cut me, I bleed feelings, I'm cold
I sneeze feelings bro, I'm a fine china
I mature with wine, I get wiser
And they're saying my driver's got mileage
But my brother, that's 30 years styling
When I was flying to the heavens
They thought it was all Satan
They called me freemason but
I still forgave em
I was dream-chasing way before Meek made it
They won't wake you at your wake
When your dream gets taken
Should I slap you with a bag or two?
I swear gravity's my parachute
My reality ain't got a camera crew
You care about the fame more
Than tryna make a change
You get your hopes up and then
The glass ceiling will shatter you
We really had cards when
You was playing solitaire
I really had a yard when you
Was trapping on the stairs
I really had a car when you
Was peddling through the gears
I've been here for years and now
They're here for years and years
Years and years
See, that moment at the BRITs
Kinda felt like an eclipse lesson learned
Take delight too long or take the piss
When we get it back
See my brothers have been
Through hell and back
Any time since too bland
We'll make it red and black
None of us had headstarts
So we ain't heading back
Just for me to get out the barrel
I killed hella crabs
Now it's sea bass, sea brine
Seashells and sand
I'm giving my net for their fish
And a helping hand
Cause in '03 I didn't even have three Os
Checked my bank account
Didn't even see three 0s
I was there selling dark and light, Oreo
Now it's just me, myself and I, more zeros
More zeros
So I don't give a fuck what your lady likes
Nah, especially when she ain't lady-like
If you ain't a princess now, or a lady Di
Anytime you've got the cheek
I've got the baby wipes
Wipe the slate clean
I don't never leave it dirty
Man, I've seen death
Can't believe I've seen 30
My cousin got life, he coming home at 2: 30
When he back man, the building I
Build him is two storeys, true stories
I've got a TI and a Hustle Gang
I'm the type that can turn a
Joke into a Russell Brand
When I wretchercise, I tread on
Mills and do the running, man
I don't have to throw an overarm
To get the upper hand, nah
Girl, throw my sash belt my velvet blazer
My wing-tipped shoes cufflink's gold, haha
Well, we're not gonna make the
Life grow over us
We're gonna grow over life dun know
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Happy birthday to you happy birthday, 32
Happy birthday to you
Styling, styling, happy years styling
