Verse One. 30's the new 20 ni**a. I'm so hot still. Better broad. Better automobile. Bet a yard nah. Bet a hundred mil. That by the song's end. I'll probably start a new trend. I know everything. You wanna do. I did all that. By the age of 21. By 22. I had that brand new AC coupe. I guess you can say. That my legend just begun. I'm young enough to know. The right car to buy. Yet grown enough. Not to put rims on it. I got that six deuce. With curtains. So you can't see. And I didn't even have to put tints on it. I don't got the bright watch. I got the right watch. I don't buy out the bar. I bought the night spot. I got the right stock. I got stock brokers. That's moving it. Like white tops. I know you like f*ck. This is child abuse. Call DYFS. I just might be getting nicer. You young boys. Ain't ready for real. 30's the new 20 ni**a. I'm so hot still. Chorus. I used to let them pants sag. Not giving a f*ck. Baby boy. Now I'm all grown up. I used to cruise the used car lot. Putting chrome on the truck. Baby boy. Now I'm all grown up. I used to play the block. Like that. I used to carry knots. Like that. Now I got black cards. Good credit and such. Baby boy. Cause I'm all grown up. Verse Two. 30's the new 20 ni**a. I'm on fire still. These young boys. Is like fire drills. False alarms ahh. Next Don nah. He ain't got it ahh. On to the next one. Young still here. Still here. I'm like Mike. I gotta stop playin with these children. I'm a bully with the bucks. Don't let the patten leather. Fool you young'un. I got the fully in the tux. That was my past now. I'm so grown up. I don't got one gun army. Gotta a sum army. To hire a gun army. Get you spun like laundry. And I'll be somewhere under palm trees calmly. Listening to R&B. When we get the call he's no longer with us. Fire your babysitters. You lil f*cks fall back for real. 30's the new 20 ni**a I'm so hot still. Chorus. I used to let them pants sag. Not giving a f*ck. Baby boy. Now I'm all grown up. I used to cruise the used car lot. Putting chrome on the truck. Baby boy. Now I'm all grown up. I used to play the block. Like that. I used to carry knots. Like that. Now I got black cards. Good credit and such. Baby boy. Cause I'm all grown up. Verse Three. Y'all roll blunts. I smoke Cubans all day. Y'all young'uns chase. I'm Patroning it straight. I like South Beach. But I'm in St. Tropez. Y'all drink Dom. But not Rosé. Your chick shop. At the mall. My chick burning down. Bergdorf. Coming back with. Berkin bags. Your chick is like. What type of purse is that?. I'm from the era. Where ni**as don't snitch. You from the era where. Snitching is the sh*t. I'm afraid of the future. Y'all respect the one. Who got shot. I respect the shooter. Y'all go to parties. To ice grill. I go to parties. To party with nice girls. Young boys. Gotta chill. 30's the new 20 ni**a. I'm so hot still. Chorus. I used to let them pants sag. Not giving a f*ck. Baby boy. Now I'm all grown up. I used to cruise the used car lot. Putting chrome on the truck. Baby boy. Now I'm all grown up. I used to play the block. Like that. I used to carry knots. Like that. Now I got black cards. Good credit and such. Baby boy. Cause I'm all grown up