old

The way the sun is shining you'd think the shit is gold

Seen so much being so young you'd think ya boy is old

Claim nobody's gonna buy it the shits already sold

I'm playing all my cards now looks like you gotta fold

Lemme go back to something that my mama told

On the streets it's always cold no matter how old or how bold

No matter how many merces in the driveways

Lives always end like prepaid

That's why I run relays, learn a year of info in three days

Watching the oppositions moves like replays too bad they only free play

I'm a full member rhymes hotter than Aus in December