作词 : Dequantes Lamar/Samuel Gloade/Lamont Porter

作曲 : Dequantes Lamar/Samuel Gloade/Lamont Porter

30, you a fool for this one

Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four

Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close

Church in session talk shit like the pastor catch the holy ghost

Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door

We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it

Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic

Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic

You work at Lids puttin' shit on your kids

Go'n with all that cappin' talk your shit Rich Homie

Pulled up in that Benz I hopped out perfect I hopped out clean

Tried to rob me you got killed now was it worth it fa-fa-fa-fa

Might buy that Maybach

I grew up without no curtains might buy that six-three *****

And when I get it I'ma keep my windows rolled up on purpose ayy ayy

34 - You can't tell a rapper like me **** nah - Rich Homie Quan

I ain't have it all when I was little nope

Sixteen years old drinkin' liquor what

I ain't never ever touched a beer ha

I ain't never ever touch a mill' never

Till I stayed down and start rappin' I stayed down *****

Then I turned my dreams into reality that right too I rode that

Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four

Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close

Church in session talk shit like the pastor catch the holy ghost

Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door

We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it

Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic

Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic

You work at Lids puttin' shit on your kids go'n with all that cappin'

We were growin' up fightin' when we were kids yeah

Remember some nights where we ain't eat ayy

I was Holyfield hustlin' in the trap truth

They was Mike Tyson bitin' on the kid ayy Mike

I remember tryin' to get rich hey

Smokin' two for fives of the mid woo

Never had nothing growin' up nah

***** don't be surprised when I get it ayy

Where were you when I was on my shit woo

I was so broke I needed fix yup

Reminiscin' 'bout me growin' up

You know I hate to talk about this shit I do

Load the ten and walked up out the b***h ten

Stripper fame tryin' to see who gettin' it ha

Walkin' around with that thang on me

And you know I got my license for this shit Rich Homie baby

Herschel Walker used to ride that MARTA yeah that thirty-four

Pants saggin' bankroll in my pocket and that thirty close

Church in session talk shit like the pastor catch the holy ghost

Trap is bunkin' and we makin' money see that open door

We been gettin' it we been goin' hard boy I gotta have it

Neighbor trippin' way too many cars we got too much traffic

Look suspicious pistol in my drawers and yeah it's automatic

You work at Lids puttin' shit on your kids go'n with all that cappin'