[Verse 1]

I'm old school like them base heads sleepin' with the needle

Cassette players blasting, they dreaming of the Beatles

Way past they prime, with no concept of time

They still tryin' to shine, yeah I'm speakin' to those people

I'm old school like playin' dice in the park

Carryin' heat, these kids got ice in they heart

And I understand they pain, they searching for better days

So I'm tryn' pave the way, I'm the light in the dark

I'm old school like the youth that reside in California

They parents said they gotta be a Doctor or a Lawyer

They givin' up they dreams of bigger and better things

And get stuck with two degrees and a horrible employer

I'm old school like polygamous relations

The girl isn't satisfied, she's gettin' so impatient

She fuck another man, and gets labeled as a tramp

And ends up overdosing, man that bitch was fuckin' crazy, for real

[Verse 2]

I got that old school feel, I'm JFK real

Check my fuckin' reel, yeah

You'll prolly see a buncha clips of me and Marley smokin' up

Jimi taught me the guitar, I was focused bruh

Hittin' woodstock, naked with these bad bitches

Makin' up for all the days we never had riches

Pink Floyd on repeat while the acid hits

Having sex on the grass, no mattresses

Gettin' stoned with the Stones, we was trippin' out to Bob Dylan's Bringin' It All Back Home

Reminiscin' on the good ol' days

Visitin' my high school homies, man the hood don't change

Uh, at every Laker game, threatenin' the Celtic fans

Makin' bitches knees shake like the Elvis dance

We stayed runnin' through pussy, check my insoles

Gettin' head backstage at the Prince show

Damn, I never met a woman like Sade

Her personality was sweeter than her voice

I kept hittin' on her, but she never got the point

So I fucked her best friend, she ain't leave me with a choice

Me and Chaka Khan was both fans of Michael Jordan

I'm talkin' Carolina, way before Mike was scorin'

35 a game, I still have his rookie card

We both dipped our hands in the same cookie jar

I remember Mike Jack did the moon walk

Back in '88, left everybody in the room shocked

Time to hit the beach and surf those waves

I broke up with my girl, she loved Kurt Kobain

It's all good though, cause I really wanted Madonna

My ex liked that broke shit, but I wanted designer

Enjoy the silence bitch, I ain't gon' stress though

That's the first time I discovered the Depeche Mode

Then I met Tommy Yorke on a flight back to London

What a great time to be a youngin'

He told me stay clear of the dumb shit

And constantly reminded me to focus on just one chick

I met that girl when I got introduced to Nas

And my life changed, ok now I'm in the right game...