Old Man Raps

I'm too old to be geeking off a shot of Patron
 Fist fighting in the club over a stare ain't grown
 I put food in the fridge
 Put clothes on my kid
 Do the dishes, pay taxes, mop the floor at my crib
 (Oh wait a minute man)
 I'm too grown to be calling it a crib no more
 No future in a gang slanging cane is through
 And I lost real good friends behind the 90s shootings
 I remember rap battles over beats on improv
 Now kids kick writtens when spitting no beat on
 But don't get the man wrong
 I log on the grind time
 Like catch another dumbfounded punchline
 And most kids chalk it up to me being old school
 But trace it back a decade, graduated from no school
 Experience taught Bam from opening bill
 I survived it by myself
 I'm just a grumpy old man
 No rims on the car, no chain on my neck
 You popping bottles in the club, I'm half asleep in my bed
 No designs on my head
 When I begin sentences
 It's "Remember when?"
 Every time I'm out with my friends
 I remember when they played
 When only one area code could cover all of L.A
 From that 213
 I still say "dope" when I speak
 Old enough to know its wrong
 To put out dope in the street
 Seen brothers I grew up with
 And got stuck sniffing paint
 Smoking crack in they lungs
 Or on the end of a gun
 Kids I would hang with at lunch
 Is doing numbers in the doubles in the box locked up
 They shot Ralph in the gut
 But Wayne ain't have the same luck
 Rest in peace Wayne Vaughn
 Shawn Cole tried to rob an undercover with a toy
 And took a couple in the chest
 I think you getting the point right
 Shaking my head at these kids
 But I forget that I was them
 And did the shit that they did
 Too old to be out at funerals of my peers
 Who catch bullets in the hood
 Man, we up in them years
 Bread serious in my life
 Don't need to spend it on a chain
 Shiny gold ain't my type
 Of all these Filipinos you hear
 Got a boost when the Native Guns' music appeared
 And not to big up my head
 But yo I know what I'm worth
 One of the best to ever do it
 In a poor club(?) shirt
 From the block to school to the juvenile hall
 To a marine core base
 Standing, watching the war
 To working day job pay
 To dropping ...Exact Change...
 From realizing that my work and rap
 Been to Europe, Japan, the Philippines, and beyond
 No regrets, pour a 40 in my name when I'm gone
 Peace, I'm almost on my way out
 And then we gonna move on to the next one and the last one
 My old ass needs to sit down
 One more album that's it
 Enjoy the rest of my life man
 I had a good run though
 I appreciate every single one of y'all
 Fat Gums, Bambu, DJ Phatrick