Thirty-ate Trap

Thirty-ate problems, but dinner ain’t one

Table full of dreams, plates weighed a ton

Counting up the crumbs, now we feast on the run

Hunger in my eyes, moonlight kissin' the sun

Diamonds in my teeth, they sparkle with spite

Whispers in the dark, shadows wanna fight

Got a recipe for winning, cooking up the night

Baking all this heat, oven door shut tight

Chasing the bag, not chasing a man

Quick with the wrist, whip pots like a plan

Thirty-ate, thirty-ate, stack it on my plate

Thirty-ate, thirty-ate, I don't hesitate

Keep it hot, keep it raw, serve it fresh, never late

Thirty-ate, thirty-ate, this is my estate

Threw the weight off my back, now my wingspan wide

Draped in my own vibe, couture certified

They tried to box me in, I redesigned the tide

Waves crash heavy, but I still collide

Golden on my aura, syrup sweet drip

Walk into the fire, never lose my grip

Mirror talk sharp, “Girl, you too equipped”

Flipping every doubt, stackin' every chip