30 Years Styling Wretch 32 (Ft. Bobbi Lewis & Etta Bond)

[Intro]
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling
Styling, styling, 30 years styling

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
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

[Hook: Wretch 32]
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

[Verse 2: Wretch 32]
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