Old Head

Oh yeah I gotta let this one ride for a sec It's too hard not to Aye man check me out this industry does not care about you Ayo Sittin' back I'm thinking I'm scared of the conscious lyrics It's like I'm 30 years late the music done lost its relevance Can't deny in my insecure brain there lies an elephant The style that I'm messing with man it might end up desolate (I don't wanna be that guy say he born at the wrong time But it feel that way Dumile Rhymes they so sublime I don't wanna be that guy say he born at the wrong time But some people they be saying I'm spitting the wrong rhymes) Classy youngin the people always say I'm an old soul OG saying that I can keep it clean like some Pine Sol Momma saying that I should loosen up a bit She probably right, that's something I gotta admit Man Let's keep it real has the style really died Griselda tapes and Benny they keep the style alive But think, do they really get the recognition Best rappers are probably whipping in that trap kitchen Rapping for safety because they trying to leave the lifestyle Dodging the pen don't want to be seen as being hostile I'm grateful for Wellington Ain't no danger there for miles Gon' manifest these rhymes now, gon' be worth the while