[Intro] Everybody wanna die legendary. Man... somebody gotta get old. Might as well be me. [Verse 1] Found another gray hair in my beard the other morning. Almost pulled that motherfucker. Then I thought about the warning. Rico never got one. Tone ain't get wrinkles by his eyes. Whole lot of brothers stayed forever young because forever came too fast. So I left that gray hair. Fuck it. Let it shine. Every silver strand means death got another year denied. We made aging sound boring. Like youth the only thing that's cool. But there's something gangster as fuck about attending your kid's school. Watching graduations. Helping move furniture in their first place. Walking daughters down aisles. Seeing grandchildren with your face. I want all that. Give me knees hurting. Give me reading glasses too. Give me arguing with teenagers about whatever young folks do. [Hook] Somebody gotta get old. Somebody gotta stay. Somebody gotta tell these babies what happened back in the day. Somebody gotta get old. Let the gray grow in my beard. I done spent enough of my life acting like dying meant no fear. Fuck a legend at twenty-five. I want birthdays when I'm eighty. Somebody gotta get old. Might as well be me, baby. [Verse 2] I remember funeral shirts when everybody looked too young. Twenty-three. Twenty-eight. Thirty-one. Then done. Numbers hit different when you getting close yourself. Used to hear “he died at forty” and think forty old as hell. Now? Forty look young. Fifty look good. Sixty sound like victory for people from my neighborhood. Because life expectancy ain't just statistics when names got faces. It's empty chairs at cookouts. Kids growing without embraces. So I'm changing my ambition. Used to want a million quick. Now I want sustainable money and enough health to enjoy that shit. Want land. Business. Family. Peace nobody can repossess. Want my children arguing who gotta drive old Daddy to get checked. That's success. Let me annoy them for decades. Call too much. Give advice they ain't ask for. Fall asleep watching the game. [Hook] Somebody gotta get old. Somebody gotta stay. Somebody gotta tell these babies what happened back in the day. Somebody gotta get old. Let the gray grow in my beard. I done spent enough of my life acting like dying meant no fear. Fuck a legend at twenty-five. I want birthdays when I'm eighty. Somebody gotta get old. Might as well be me, baby. [Verse 3] My son gon' know me grown. Not just young Daddy looking cool. He gon' see me lose some hair, gain some weight and break some rules. My daughter gon' call asking how to tell whether a man is real. I'll say, “Watch what he does under pressure. Words ain't worth shit till they're sealed.” My woman? If God willing, we gon' argue about thermostat settings. She gon' say seventy-four. I'm saying sixty-eight. That's marriage. Still flirting in the kitchen with arthritis in my hand. Still calling her fine as hell when we both need help to stand. Mama taught me staying alive can be somebody else's peace. So every risky ego battle gotta answer one question at least: “Is this worth missing Christmas twenty fucking years from now?” Most shit ain't. Funny how legacy make pride shut the fuck down. [Bridge] I don't want murals. I want mortgages paid off. I don't want hashtags. I want grandbabies running through the loft. I don't want everybody saying, “He was real.” I want my family saying, “He was here.” That's different. [Final Hook] Somebody gotta get old. Raise the horns. Let the bass roll. Somebody gotta carry every story the cemetery can't hold. Somebody gotta get old. Let my beard turn white as snow. Every wrinkle is a trophy that my younger brothers couldn't know. Fuck a legend at twenty-five. Let me live long enough to change things. Somebody gotta get old. Somebody gotta break chains. Somebody gotta build wealth. Somebody gotta stay. Somebody gotta get old. Might as well be me. [Outro] Yeah. Leave the gray hair. I earned that motherfucker.
