West 30 - Ama Lur & DJ Style

Baby lion goes Where the islands go You say you never saw this comin', well you're not alone Million dollar renovations to a happy home My ex says she gave me the best years of her life I saw a recent picture of her, I guess she was right I wake up, assessin' the damages Checkin' MediaTakeOut Pictures of me drunk walkin' out with a bitch But it's blurry enough to get the fake out I wake up, all veggies no eggs I hit the gym, all chest no legs Yep, then I made myself a smoothie Yeah, then me and wifey make a movie Chicago - St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago Ándale Ándale E.I, E.I, uh, oh You had me drivin' far enough to switch the time zone You was the best of all time at the time though Yeah, you wasn't mine though But I still drove 30 hours But still drove 30 hours to you I remember rapping for Jay and Cam Young producer just trying to get his flows off I remember being nervous to do Victoria Secret 'Til I pictured everybody with they clothes off Expedition was Eddie Bauer edition I'm drivin' with no winter tires in December Skrrt skrrt skrrt like a private school for women Then I get there and all the Popeye's is finished, girl You don't love me, you just pretendin' I need that happy beginnin', middle and endin' Chicago, St. Louis, St. Louis to Chicago It's gettin' hot in hurr, that's all that I know Got a hotel room, 3 stars for you You call down for an omelet Girl it's 5 in the morning You realize we at the DoubleTree, not the Aria Only thing open is Waffle House, girl don't start with me I used the Western Union for you like it's no prob Cause you was in college complainin' about it's no jobs But you were suckin' a nigga's dick the whole time Well I guess a blowjob's better than no job And I drove back 30 hours Were remains that long to lose sad Better unsaid Always turn, oh 3 Stacks, can you help me out? 30 hours Yeah, this the type of shit you ride out to 30 hours 30 hours I just be like, it was my idea to have an open relationship Now a nigga mad Now I'm 'bout to drive 90 miles like Matt Barnes to kill... 30 hours Just to kill. Just to... Just to... I'm about to drive 90 90 miles like Matt Barnes just to whoop a nigga ass It was my idea and now a nigga 30 hours Now a nigga mad, now a nigga, uh A stunna Whoop him after school just to show I got class Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Duh-duh with you, yeah 30 hours You know what I'm sayin'? Drop some shit like that Ay, woop him after school 30 hours Whoop him after school just to show I got class Uh, 3 Stacks 30 hours 30 hours Just ride out to that Check it out, this the bonus track, this the bonus My favorite albums just have like bonus joints like this That's why they kick it off like this Just did that Madison Square Garden 30 hours Had to put the flyest nigga on this shit The pyramids shall rise 30 hours Look at all these Ultralight Beams flowin' For all the moms, dads, the kids, the families that shared this moment with us Let's rock out for 'bout 30 hours You know, ay you know Ay, you know, ay, you know 30 hours Whole design team, Yeezy team, music team Remember when the whole block'd get shout out? This my version of a shout out track 30 hours Let that mothafucka rock, let that, let that, yeah To my brother Yasiin, holding it out in Africa 30 hours To my family, thank you for holding me down The media be after us Phone call That's Gabe calling Yo Gabe I'm just doing a... just doing an adlib track right now What's up? 30 hours