I′m tryna show you old is golden

It might be old but it ain't broken

Yo; are these supposed to be poems?

I got poetry in my bones

I come from broken homes, the era of rotary phones

Put on some 80s R&B, with my chick, she′s new

She told me, "that's the same music that my dad would listen to"

I don't know if I should be laughin′ or stressin′

My girl was born the same year Daddy Kane dropped "Half-Steppin'"

We fight every day, there gotta be a better way

I like guns and boxing and Peckinpah to get away

She says she hates boxing compared to MMA

She never heard of NWA, she only knows Em and Dre

She said I′m primitive, politics today are more progressive

She gets mad when I tell her that men shouldn't wear dresses

While I′m cherishing my collection of every vinyl LP

She's in the mirror with duck lips tryna take a selfie

I′m raised on X Clan, Brand Nubian and Chuck D

She was raised on Imagine Dragons and Arctic Monkey

I'm not tryna dance to trap music or dubstep

I'm the old man in the club with a headache upset

She said, "your outdated slangs are gonna make me go crazy"

I′m like, "Girl, I′m outta here, peace, ghost, Swayze!" Ha!

I'm tryna show you old is golden

It might be old but it ain′t broken

Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is

And it still is (say what?)

Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is

And it still is

I laid down for a nap first

'N then I took the stage

My back hurt, my skin looked like suede

Used to get play in an earlier day

But that was way before my soul patch turned grey

Wanna live forever like Wu-Tang

And keep coming back like a boomerang

I need somethin′ to reduce the pain

Repair my shoe game

And maybe even learn to use the new slang (new slang)

I'm tryna age like a bottle of grapes

The vintage, no expiration date

Just a Rhymesayers stamp on the bottom of the case

Rinse your mouth with it, swallow the taste

Ehh, I′m awfully rare, that's why they stop and stare

And when I'm gone, pop a shot in the air

But as long as you got me on my rockin′ chair

I′m still droppin' science in these thoughts I share

I′m tryna show you old is golden

It might be old but it ain't broken

Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is

And it still is (say what?)

Lemonade was a popular drink and it still is

And it still is

They say I′m old-fashioned

I say I'm grown and knowledgeable

I′m hip-hop 'til I'm dead or rottin′ in the hospital

Rockin′ the gospel like the son of God's apostles

Even if they treat us like dinosaurs or forgotten fossils

Some say I′m a troll and a grumpy old a-hole

'Cause I prefer Kool Moe Dee and Melle Mel over J. Cole

Age ain′t a white-rappin' death sentence

When I′m sixty, I'll have shaved eyebrows

Wearin' 80s African pendants

Spazzin′ out like epileptics

In the mirror, doin′ the Kid 'n Play Kick Step to Salt-N-Pepa records

Callin′ groupies skeezers, never romantic

Wearin' a gold rope chain holdin′ my old man dick, so

Don't discredit or disrespect the age

I′ll be the best of every decade 'til I'm dead in the grave, and

Reagan was the Pres, but I voted for Shirley Chisholm

Did you understand that lyric?

You′re too young, of course you didn′t

C'mon!