30 Days Lyrics - Vagina Diner - Akinyele

I never did time, committed mad crime 

Only paid rhymes but now niggaz drop dimes 

Harmonizin' on a homicide rap 

Singin' in the precinct, tryin' to catch an R&B contract 

Now they hit me with a one, two, three, personally 

Conspiracy, it don't mean shit to me 

The time will go fast because I'm true blue 

On the D L, back home, I got a stash for ma duke 

I stack razorblades in my shoe 

Niggaz threaten to kill the AK if I ever come through 

And I'm doin' 30 more days in this steel cage 

Locked down with men that go both ways 

But gays ain't gon' grease me 

My razor blade say OPP, niggaz in PC gon' know me 

I'm not the everyday herb 

Actions speak louder than words, so step to the verb 

Fuck a pronoun, I get down for my crown 

Pass the three pound, show it to King Clown 

And watch him lounge, you know the whole phase 

I'm about to go through the government's maze 

In about 30 days 

You know my name, no shame in my game 

Best to fly the kid champagne from Spain 

About to go in to push a bid for wrongs I done did 

Goin' away, party at the crib 

Me and my friends gonna get together 

I didn't think jail could ever, I learned to never say never 

But now we just gonna party, party 

Shit, fiesta, forever 

Gun [unverified] up on my floor 

All my peeps know they got to keep they damn guns at the door 

Don't wanna get hit with a bullet, meanin' a year time in jail 

If you can't, comprehend with the slang friend 

All you do, don't act like nuts 

It don't make no sense for the whole crew to get locked up 

Bad enough I have to go in, yo 

But when the shit hit the fan, debris' gotta blow 

Windy days but ain't nothin' changed but the weather 

While I'm locked down, the thugs'll write me no love letters 

That's for queers, couple of years later, gator 

But hold all them crocodile tears because it ain't like I'm dyin' 

You see I'm not marked for death, so stop the blood clot cryin' 

This ain't The Wizard of Oz where I can tap my heels and go for it 

I take it slow 'cause I'll be home before you know it 

I'm comin' through like X-rays in approximately the next 30 days 

But if you think I'm tryin' to skip town 

You best to purchase a hearin' aid and ask yourself how that sound 

I'm not tryin' to jump bail 'cause that's the dough 

That I'ma use to flip up the new connects that I meet in jail 

Politicians, they all know this 

Every now and then they visit a snitch who helped 'em get rich 

Yeah, part of the government's plan 

Lock down the man who stack grands 

Put him in the hand of Uncle Sam 

This the stuff, you can't trust for 30 days 

I'm on a bus with niggaz that fuss over tight handcuffs 

And while I'm inside, I take in stride 

Livin' in prison, stool pigeons know that time don't fly 

Days go by, night gets darker but I'm a New York 

Whalin' on your ass like Orca 

Not the Avon Lady, stay up out my face 

It only take a shoelace, for a nigga to catch a new case 

You get done in different ways 

I'm headed for the cage 

Within the next 30 days 

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