[Intro](Yeah, turn my headphones up. Look at these kids...)They think they own the block? Cute.Get out the way, boy.The grown-ups are back in the room.Listen.[Verse 1]You flash your rented chains, you chasing temporary trends,While I was building empires with my bare hands.You do it for the views, I do it for the respect,Now the kings are back to collect the check.Step aside, rookie, you're playing in my yard,You think this life is easy? We made it look hard.No auto-tune filters can hide your weak flow,We got the scars and the mileage to show.The winter is over, the concrete is shaking,Our era is back, and it’s ours for the taking.[Chorus]Clear the runway, look who's back in town!The heavyweights are here to reclaim the crown!Move over, kid, you had your little fun,But the real prime time has just begun!Ahead, ahead, we pushing through the grime,Still in our prime, yeah, it's our damn time![Verse 2]We don't fade away, we just wait for the drop,While you minor leagues are begging to stop.Got a lifetime of weapon hidden in the brain,We survived the fire, you complain about the rain.This ain't a comeback, we never really left,Just letting you borrow the stage for a sec.Now pack up your toys, the vacation is done,You're staring at the barrel of a smoking gun.Washed up? Never. We just getting started,Leaving every amateur broken and faint-hearted.[Chorus]Clear the runway, look who's back in town!The heavyweights are here to reclaim the crown!Move over, kid, you had your little fun,But the real prime time has just begun!Ahead, ahead, we pushing through the grime,Still in our prime, yeah, it's our damn timeExperience over hype.Every single day of the week.You talk too much.We just deliver.[Outro]Yeah, school is in session, boy.Still the apex. Still the bosses.Ahead, ahead, ahead...Get out the way.(Hard drum roll hits and cuts out sharply)(Silence)
