30 Rock

Lyrics

[Hook: Michael Christmas] We flowing like a river how it's pouring Take two Aspirin in the morning Turn it up, then where we going We to 30 Rock My niggas fucked up and these bitches is leaning We going to 30 Rock My niggas fucked up and these bitches is leaning, ugh We flowing like a river how it's pouring Take two Aspirin in the morning Turn it up, then where we going We to 30 Rock My niggas fucked up and these bitches is leaning We going to 30 Rock My niggas fucked up and these bitches is leaning, ugh [Verse 1: Michael Christmas] I'm filling a quota, the next up to blow While these hipster ass hoes out here touching they toes And you niggas sold out, that's a fact and you know it Asleep in the trap, kiss my mom the next morning I'm watching Full Metal Alchemist While my niggas rolling up If I could bring back the dead I'd pull ODB to say what's up I let my hair get out of hand To show these niggas they ain't touching me Ain't flexing for these hoes in middle school That wouldn't fuck with me The top ain't really nothing Heard your car was push the button Let my niggas push that button Either you walking or you running Or catching the bus, we ain't giving a fuck While I'm sipping a brew They got lean in they cup And my flow is tremendous My dick you can suck Now you mad cause you heard that Christmas is wassup, huh And I ain't never been no fucking lick bitch I spin disks like I'm Rik Smits My nigga I'm all fucked up, in my head Try to stay humble, that shit is dead Niggas be cocky with no fucking talent So now I'm just promised to get this bread That 16 murdered your career, so we gon celebrate My niggas get ready to mind freak, and levitate [Hook] [Verse 2: D-Note] Two years ago was flat, that's for a fact I never thought that I'd be where I'm at That negativity better fall back No time for the chats Killing these rappers in packs You doubtin' my steeze Don't let me attack You barely a G, I'm about three stacks A fucking outcast, yeah, it be like that Sacrifices and chances I needed this shit you been taking for granted Got God on my side you should probably panic A major advantage I'm so hip-hop that you barely can stand it Fuck what you heard They demanding that shit you been sleeping on They said you won't make it, keep dreaming on Mike, let me lead 'em on Armed and dangerous Ain't too many can bang with us Yo bitch still favor us Got the game in a fatal clutch Y'all better start raising up Man, I pray to God that I never fail Got a soul I ain't tryin' to sell Rolling my Dutches, about to Rebel If you don't know me You need to expel, shit Ugh, my old friends said I changed 'Cause I'm making change All of the sudden they say that I'm lame 'Cause I don't hang No bullshit up in my range Only power circles and stock Welcome to 30 Rock, huh