Quarter century man gotta thank the 'rents
Before I channel youth, bust into some two thousands dance
Before I transform and blossom my sounds, and get advanced
Breath on my lenses and clean them up from this state of trance
Willy Do that's how he move, he's like to take you to school
Boom bappin, the crew snapping, they shows packed in
The last stand, no X3, don't hex me
What legacy you tryna prioritize? Don't ask me
Long as I can write down words that's alright with me
Feeling lately like I'd rather live on villas than the city
Man what's up with Disney?
Ain't what I remember, damn, guess things always changing, man that's history
Now the novel of my life ain't no mystery
Ain't a thriller either, but you know I'm thrilled to be here
Hola señorita, be in PR by next weekend
Estoy aprendiendo, the journeys young that's my memorandum
Even as an older geezer, I'll be in Ibiza
Still got the childlike spirit, my favorite food is pizza
I'm not inclined yet to change either, ain't pay for features
My knack for rhyming ain't going nowhere but paid bleachers
I'll nab the gold when I'm going somewhere that's got standards
Til' then my goal is to grow old, and still jot stanzas
October sixth, remember then it was a good fit
Thank God for ninety-nine, I couldn't pick a better time
One line for every year of my twenty-five