Finally hit 3 decades today! #Washed

Who else done replaced they wardrobe with Enyce polo shirts and Girbaud jeans?

auntie reporting in

Happy birthday bro welcome to the club

AYEEEEEEEEEEE

Being #outoftouch is lit af ngl

Where I put my complimentary Burberry shirt at?

op bout to sit on his porch and listen to dave brubeck and play chess

happy birthday bro

Happy birthday my bro! Love your contributions on here man you one of the goats!! 🎂 🥳

Idk who that is but that sounds like washed music just by the name itself.

@bluemagic dont gas me like dat! I just be talkin s*** mane

more life g

happy birthday

Been washed for a minute but 2024 is the year I decided to stop paying attention to “the youth” in music. LL will have album of the year, and if you’re born after 2000 it’s not hip hop

What's good y'all?

LL Cool J?

Yes

So many uncs we could have an Unc Team.

im lean so i still dress like a young nigga Rhude shirts and amiri jeans

Post the jpef gif

Crine

Congrats and happy birthday brother I just did the same last Saturday

I have no fear of my 30s and no shame in hitting this age, it is a blessing to grow older.

Most of my friends are 35+ anyway and they’re just as cool as me (obviously otherwise I wouldn’t be hanging out with them) except they are much more financially stable so it’s gonna be all good. Honestly every year has been better than the last and I’m a better person each year imo so I look forward to what lies ahead

You’ve probably heard most of his big album Times Up through osmosis. It’s a great album but is the standard coffee shop/NPR jazz record

Congratulations @op

at this point anyone over 22 is an unc #IDIDNTSAIDITtheinternetsaidit

You ain't got enough stamps in your passport to f*** with young H-O
International
Show young boys how to do this thing
The maturation of Jay-Z, Z
Check me out
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still (uh)
Better broad, better automobile (uh)
Bet a yard, nah, bet a hundred mil'
That by the song's end, I probably start another trend
I know everything you wan' do
I did all that by the age of twenty-one
By twenty-two I had that brand new Ack 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 me
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 stockbrokers that's movin' it like white tops
I know you like, "Fuck this is child abuse"
Call DYFS, I might just be gettin' nicer
You young boys ain't ready for real
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a f***
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to play the block like that (like that)
I used to carry knots like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up, tah
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga, I'm on fire still (uh)
These young boys is like a fire drills (uh)
False alarms (uh)
The next don (nah)
He ain't got it (on)
To the next one (young)
I'm still here (yeah)
Still here like Mike, gotta stop playin' with these childrens (yeah)
I'm a bully with the bucks (woo)
Don't let the patent leather shoes fool you, youngin'
I got the fully in the tux (tah)
That was my past, now I'm so grown up
I don't got one gun army, got a slum on me
To hire a gun army, get you spun like laundry
And I'll be somewhere under palm trees, calmly
Listen to R&B when we get the call he's
No longer wit' us, fire your babysitters
You lil' f***s fall back for real
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a f***
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to wear my hoodie like that (like that)
Pile deep in the hooptie like that (like that)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up
Y'all roll blunts, I smoke Cubans all day
Y'all youngin's chase, I'm Patrónin' it straight
I like South Beach but I'm in Saint Tropez
Y'all drink Dom but not Rosé (hey)
Your chick shop at the mall
My chick burnin' down Bergdorf'S
Comin' back with Birkin Bags
Your chick is like what type of purse is that?
I'm from the era where niggas don't snitch
You from the era where snitchin' is the s***
I'm afraid of the future (why?)
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
You young boys gotta chill
Thirty's the new twenty, nigga
I'm so hot still
I used to let my pants sag, not givin' a f***
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
I used to cruise the used car lot, put chrome on the truck
Baby boy, now I'm all grown up
Yeah, we used to ball like that (like that)
Now we on the ball team, hollaback (hollaback)
Now I got black cards, good credit and such
Baby boy 'cause I'm all grown up, tah