The 40 Year Old Intro

I kept telling myself I was too old To pursue my dreams make albums and do shows Truth told I'm gray and my youths gone But if this shit ain't supposed to click why keep writing these new songs Shit I can't help it dog music is life I got a God given gift of being a brute when I write Plus my producing is nice so I find it rather absurd To let my age cage and capture the bird See I'm fantastic with words But yeah I know this is a young man's sport So what my old ass doing on this young man's court I'm old-school old rules not of the young mans sort Look I ain't trying to take food off the young man's fork We all can eat B This here is grown folks table talk 40-year-old Virgin the album to launch the label off Grand Scale Entertainment ain't come here to play with y'all We're going hard until the game is ours It's R A nigga So gifted with the penmanship a Christmas list is in my songs Pencil whipping niggas lyrics that will split yo dome Rip through flesh skin and bones You're detrimental Mr. Jones And quick to strip a nigga shine won't quit till all the glistens gone Bar heavy not really my shits just written strong Hip-Hop quintessential list I'll fit right in cause this is home Cook the competition then I hit him with the sauce Give them smoke and grill marks guess you can call me pit boss Get lost with all that cap rap shit We keep it funky over here musty ass crack scent word up I'm in my bag and overpacked that bitch I want the mixtape money and the ASCAP chips So the product gotta be solid yo no half ass whip So dope after one drag you gotta pass that bitch Highly flammable should be handled in a hazmat suit Allow me to introduce the freshman class rap Zeus It's R A nigga