Lyrics

Yo remember them songs with dope raps I miss that and phones with no apps And now we got news with no facts And melting snow caps And a growing class gap You with me… then throw a slow clap I miss sampling without the blow back Head nods and toe taps And rap with no trap Celebs with no paps Im talking razzi, not smear You won't find no poppycock here No kale flavored lolly pops dear This shits gotta stop and its gotta stop here Im not an asshole… its just how im drawn Give me the finger if im wrong Stomp on my grave when im gone But first get these kids the fuck of my lawn Get the fuck off my lawn x4 Yo remember when clubs were unsafe But great like finding drum breaks And when mixtapes were tapes And backs break carrying wax plates in crates You with me put your fist toward space Another old man, old bones, old aches Too proud to admit the mistakes But not too proud to yell at these kids and their ways Waste not want not when it comes to time You get one life, I'm loving mine But you trespass? It's a fucking crime And get your own lawn and stay off of mine Im not an asshole… its just how im drawn Give me the finger if im wrong Stomp on my grave when im gone But first get these kids the fuck of my lawn Get the fuck off my lawn x4