The Tale of 530

Im living the life of a king pin

gotta be carefull or ill get pinned

call it a three count, your girl wanna mount

My self-respect i leave that, in the lost and found

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Quit playin games gurl you got my head spinnin round

faster than a nascar go round

imma straight shooter when the time come round

Aim, shoot, the gun of love, round

My hommies toting a pound

I've been a pro, but now i'm profound

I turn my music down so you won’t hear a sound

you be hiding in the attic call it Ann Frank

While i be smoking on that danky dank

My ho be robbing that north valley bank

While i am poppin' like a snappin' crack

Track and field with the birds, i’m running em like track

i be at the top of my game, and thats a fact

so down pact, i call up my buddy BK

All he knows is to smoke all day

when he aint be smokin he be fuckin

the streets of redding is where he fuckin

he slingin and toting the danks call him Storm

because he fucks up the game by takin shits

no bathrooms, call it a raiy day

all day no play, all he thinks about is his bitch cheating.

It sorta becomes a cycle like hoes bleeding

If she got all y'all, there won't be no sense in cheating

only if he could stop the bleeding.

he started to question his true meaning in life

he's no longer a saint, jeremy shockey for life

Cause he get it, no charge, and sac for the low price

And you can't even blink without bitches testing your life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

 

Yo its Big Khrome here again

Made a million with just a pen

I got 800 invisible men

Y’all are snitches, you can’t see the pen

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me fuck em then

Only her and i know now i'm sitten' in tha state pen

A fuckin' sausage fest will teach shaky bitches to get married then

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

i was bagged for toting my 9 mill, tryin to make 9 mill

So i spend it real fast, cause i’m tryna sit and chill

She ever fuck around, she will make a brotha kill

all i could say was bitch Chill

dont try to cop a feel on my style

Huh, and i don't rock a fake smile

Give her that d i'm outta 8 mile

Aren't you somethin' to admire

drivin faster than adam dunn

Um, life is a water park, could be fun

My name's DJ Khrome and i'mma son of a gun

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

Top ranked, number one my son

Gave him 9 plus 1, dropped a dime on dun

She’s a star if i ever seen one

told her get ya 9 and run

but this time i left my gun at home

Playing with fire is a danger zone

Yeah, he blowing up your cell phone

 

I jive like bone

She wanna be grown

Blackberry and I phone

Please sugar don't come alone

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

in a dark cave feeling cold to the bone

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

Late night to the early morn, I've been such a rolling stone

but i aint bout that rockstar life

She said to love a bitch is to roll the dice

If it's not tell them bitches take a hike, word life

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never thinking twice

You're lonely and depressed you need a thug in your life

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

Fuck rules, skate life, rape, write, repeat twice

White america said i'd be doing 25 to life

Let me enter your life, lady we can spill our rice

and dont forget the beans

we be paying them with beans

yeah thats a lil fucked up

at least we give them a lil tin cup

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

I know you're mad, but so what

i be reppin 530 harder than the Brady Bunch

from shasta to chipotle all in one lunch

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

Ready to bust, in the city you don't know who to trust

when all the bitches want is for you to bust

Secret society all we ask is trust

It's not making sense to you right now but

can you hear me out?

its not like you're taking it in the butt

Then youre my face asking for a rose cup

Bitch what the Fuck!?

all i hear is babe do this and babe do that

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Take a look at me, and see what you coulda had

The best journey acres of land and swimming pools and all that

Told my hommies, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

That i never had, but wrote it in my raps to make you mad

Still standin' and in love with my pride heard frivolous beats, we past that

Just getting you a job then i zip that broad trying to get in them walls like ghost dad

But all that ghost had was a see thru persona

grilling me harder than a hot sauna

but dont sweat it, ill hit ya when ya least expect it

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

While you mothafuckas waiting, i be off the slave ship

But this ship goes a a different trip

a trip to the tip of my dick

just take a little lick

it will be quick

faster than a nick of time

but next time itll last to the end of time

Ye' and killa cam', the world is mine

Chasing money in the city of crime

Fight for what broad, these hoes ain't mine

shiit i think that was my last rhyme....

joke see ya next time