[Verse] Clock hit sixty-five, breaking down doors, Wrinkles on my face, but the beat still roars. Retire? No thanks, grind’s got me hyped, Golden years shining, still sharp, still tight. [Verse 2] Gray hairs slicked back, suit fitted fresh, Still at the helm, gotta impress. Daily grind craving, sweat on my brow, Dreams still big, no slowing down now. [Chorus] Never too old, hustle in my veins, Still making moves, breaking the chains. Age ain’t nothing, keep chasing the flame, Working ‘til the end, playing the game. [Verse 3] Colleagues retire, sailboats in sight, Me? I’m clocking in, ready to fight. Desk job warrior, coffee in hand, This old dog still commands the land. [Verse 4] Pens and notebooks, tools of the trade, Still paving roads, never afraid. Younger crowd watching, taking my cues, Wisdom and sweat, paying the dues. [Chorus] Never too old, hustle in my veins, Still making moves, breaking the chains. Age ain’t nothing, keep chasing the flame, Working ‘til the end, playing the game.
