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[Verse 1: Jesse Rutherford] Look, lemme address it, the question that I know you’ll be stressin' What in the hell is 30/30? Jesse, how can I get it? Simple as lookin' fresher then the freshest of freshmen You just gotta look good whether you got it or get 'em Personally, I prefer a pair of khaki’s or denim Cuffed up like ill Will's chicks were when you met 'em Tall, white, songs, geeked-up from my feet up Pants lookin' tighter than a damn ballerina Yeah, I look like a nerd and it's not for a reason But I still get ladies who look like Hillary Duff Oh, God, oh, sweet Jesus! Cross on my neck I wear plain white tee’s, don't need Lacoste on my chest And these pants were 40 dollars, don't pay the cost for the rest And as far as the beanie, I rock it 'cause i copped it from Neff Dollars make sense so I would say I was money-wise And I keep it 30/30 never fuck with 29’s No polygamist but I could have plenty wives All makin' me eggs while I get dressed, homie, sunny side Ironing my white tee’s, get the wrinkles out This is the mixtape so don’t ask me when the single's out Yo, but don’t worry, I’ll put a single out I would rather been singled out than fitting in Fingers pointed at me like “look at that fuckin' idiot!” His jeans too short, his dreams too impractical I say being tatted up and white as fuck is tactical Plus my rhyme's magical, actually their actual Expressions of myself in words, lowercase and capital My rhyme physique is buffer than your biceps Hate me 'cause I am a rapper, go ahead and try it Bitch, I've been chewed up more than fucking Trident Tell me to shut up but I still won't silence Hock loogies on these records, man, sign us [Chorus: Jesse Rutherford] (Sometimes, sometimes) I just keep it 30/30, man, yeah, uh, I just keep it 30/30, man (Sometimes) Sometimes my pants wish they were tight as I was Sometimes my Vans sick kinda like a virus (Sometimes) Sometimes my long long socks get dirty But I throw 'em in the washer, keep it 30/30 (Sometimes) Doin' what I do and I always stay real, three, zero, three, zero (Sometimes) Yeah, doin' what I do and I always stay real, three, zero, three, zero Sometimes Doin' what I do and I always stay real, three, zero, three, zero (Sometimes) [Verse 2: Beef & Jesse Rutherford] Yeah, I'm not even gonna introduce myself As of late I seem to have a change of heart And notice I don't seem to mind the time we stay apart Snakes come out the grass and tend to show their true colors So now I focus on myself, maybe a few others And those who stay close aren't too hard to see 'Cause they all seem to wear the same logo as me Representin' for much, much more than my hometown Miles away but I just wish I was home now Grown now, old friends gettin' old now And I could really care less 'bout records sold now All my idols 30 with the life they gotta live Take care of their kids, white house and the picket fence You want it real? This the 3-D image Mama said she'd manage, but, sorry, I gotta spit it That's the problem with a kid with no limits Just charge it to the card, keep it zooming 'til I'm finished If you could see past the way, fans, you'd understand Movin' like chess so everything has got a plan Every kid from my city got a label And then I call their bluff, bringin' nothin' to the table Actions speak louder than words, oh, it's true What I'd do if I was you is probably so minuscule 'Cause I'm me and I'm Beef I'm hometown hero, I'm T.I.C Pry tees and Nikes set me 'part from what you're doin' I'm oceans spewin' through the videos you're viewing Just started, no plans to ever stop now Pressure builds down, he's got a hand full of rocks now So I ask you: never leave me behind Because I'm slowly but surely, steady, losing my mind Bitch hit me on the text but I'm tired of the flirtin' Whatever you're doin' is clearly never workin' My head in the clouds, my mind is so dirty (Sometimes) Doin' what I do, I just keep it from 30/30 Yeah, uh, I don't know 'bout you (Sometimes) But I'm wakin' up every morning with perfect vision [Chorus: Jesse Rutherford] (Sometimes) Sometimes my pants wish they were tight as I was Sometimes my Vans sick kinda like a virus (Sometimes) Sometimes my long long socks get dirty But I throw 'em in the washer, keep it 30/30 (Sometimes) Doin' what I do and I always stay real, three, zero, three, zero (Sometimes) Yeah, doin' what I do and I always stay real, three, zero, three, zero (Sometimes) Doin' what I do and I always stay real, three, zero, three, zero (Sometimes) Yeah, doin' what I do and I always stay real, three, zero, three, zero