[ Heavy Drum & Bass ] [ Enhanced Stereo ] [ Professional Mix & Mastering ] "Like my gray mothafucka, this a bidniz...""Aight, that, that’s cool..." I out-livn' these dead rappers no raps about leaving the slave lands no raps about bleeding the gang lands no slaps about greedy pimp hands no raps about bitch slaps I out-livn' these dead rappers If you had another chance, out-livn' would you still try to bling? The money, the women, the cars, the rings If you had another chance, out-livn' would you do it the same? The drug dealers, the pain, the grime, the fame If you had another chance, out-livn' would you tempt that fate? The fame, the tours, the gold, the stage. Out-livn' these dead rappers. I pen it up right, but the spark’s resistin’ Fans scream, “OG, drop another vision!” Hit the stage, rock the mic, But these joints creak, can’t flow all night. They actin’ like I’m stuck in ‘99’s prime, I hear ‘em chantin’, want that old-school rhyme. I spit it like scribes in a memoir, Move these bars like it’s ‘94’s scar. Hold my breath, lines crease with the years, Decades stacked, seen joys and tears. Time said, “Slow,” My flow still grows, But the game left holes, like, yo. Rap vets, we carry all the weight, If you had another run, would you tempt that fate? If you had another shot, would you change the play? The fame, the tours, the gold, the stage. Old heads, we shoulder all the strain, If you had another chance, would you do it again? If you had another go, would you keep it the same? The fame, the tours, the gold, the stage. A real rap vet can still hold court, The booth’s my cell, but the pen’s my sword. Wit’ that in mind, I can still write lore, Fuck around, world, I’mma give you more. Got a doc’s note Monday, knees might quit, But I’m scribblin’ bars in a hotel pit. For these young fans’ dreams that cost a grip, If I delay the drop, it’s still legit. When it comes to life, I’ve lived the most, Meanin’ that it’s carved in my ghost. Meanin’ that some nights I can’t sleep, It’s 4 a.m., and I’m chasin’ deep. Rap vets, we carry all the weight, If you had another run, would you tempt that fate? If you had another shot, would you change the play? The fame, the tours, the gold, the stage. Old heads, we shoulder all the strain, If you had another chance, would you do it again? If you had another go, would you keep it the same? The fame, the tours, the gold, the stage. I’m like a wise sage when I hit your town, Wisdom’s my wealth, gotta pass it down. Like now, On arrival, Gray beard, still spark survival. Here’s a lesson, here’s a sample, Soul weathered like a cracked old mantle. You look real wise, kid, but I can’t pause, Unless right now we build on this cause, shit... "This is a bidniz..." "Mothafuck..." "Like my gray..." "Mothafucka..." "Aight, that, that’s cool..." "Mothafucka..." This OG to crack the code, My record dropped, still stirs the soul. Man, I ain’t lost my hunger yet, To school these rookies with no regret. On the road to legend, don’t believe this, Spittin’ truth right where the past sits. Nah, world, you can’t get this for free, So what, you got new beats? Lookin’ hella fresh when you stream me, Feelin’ hella deep and classy. Talkin’ all bold and brassy, You better hear me or miss the mastery. Rap vets, we carry all the weight "Like my gray mothafucka, this a bidniz...""Aight, that, that’s cool..." I out-livn' these dead rappers no raps about leaving the slave lands no raps about bleeding the gang lands no slaps about greedy pimp hands no raps about bitch slaps I out-livn' these dead rappers If you had another chance, out-livn' would you still try to bling? The money, the women, the cars, the rings If you had another chance, out-livn' would you do it the same? The drug dealers, the pain, the grime, the fame If you had another chance, out-livn' would you tempt that fate? The fame, the tours, the gold, the stage. Out-livn' these dead rappers. [ smooth ending ] [ end ] [ fade out ]
