Jesse Rutherford – 30 30 lyrics

(feat. Beef)

[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

[Hook: 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/Outro: 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