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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