Old school roots with some new found glory

So what′s not to love man? You gotta adore me

Looking back to the past to the things that have formed meA nerdy wordsmith with a love of performing

Music was in my bones and circulating my bloodstream

So seeing me blowing up was always everyone's dream

The whole screen would read Smith and Haynes

′Cause entertaining was passed through the genes

Hand-me-downs... 'cause they knew that I was growing

Bullies said, "I don't fit in." I′m thinking, "I′ll show em!"

Mama 2Pac-ing told me to keep my head up

So without let-up, I made sure stages were shred up

Better and better I got a putting together

Letter after letter so Daddy said, "Ooo, you better get it!"

So I hit fourth grade, said, "Forget a mixtape!

In Coming album and it's gonna be great!"

And I′m

Taking all of the love and all the advice

And I am making music whatever the sacrifice

But never faking, 'cause I know just how to do it right

And have you like...

(Hey! He brought that Old Thang Back!)

Because I′m taking all the things happening in my life

And entertaining with the truth or with a funny line

'Cause that is making artistry with a pen and a mic

So you′ll be like...

(Hey! He brought that Old Thang Back!)

Old... Old... Old Thang Back

O... OTB

By middle school, I was spitting more lyrical

Realizing how the game was becoming more pitiful

Snap rapping wasn't De La Soul

So I figured that homey wouldn't play that so

At weigh-ins, I entered the featherweights

Feeling great ripping talent shows throwing ′bows at them ingrates

So Guess Who′s Back with album two?

Trying to be Like Mike in Bow Wow's shoes

Aired up thinking that I made that Space Jam

Paired up with Brail, then I felt slammed

Man, he made me look like I made Looney Tunes

I made it out of Arkham, but he set his sight To The Moon

I′m glad it happened, cuz since his lyrics were platinum

We began collabing and I learned how to manufacture them

Bars so hard that all I could do is spit

Telling those under my tutelage that true music is

Taking all of the love and all the advice

And I am making music whatever the sacrifice

But never faking, 'cause I know just how to do it right

And have you like...

(Hey! He brought that Old Thang Back!)

Because I′m taking all the things happening in my life

And entertaining with the truth or with a funny line

'Cause that is making artistry with a pen and a mic

So you′ll be like...

(Hey! He brought that Old Thang Back!)

Old... Old... Old Thang Back

O... OTB

Florida bore a Dragon, Not a Pokemon

Who's Guilty Pleasure is writing potent rhymes

So abstract they couldn't rein the train

Thinking like a million untamed mustangs

Must slang dope in his backpack

′Cause he always has his bag strapped, but he lacks the snapback

He raps that crack, tight, saran wrap

So Fresh So Clean, so Outkast backs that

Backtracking, I noticed I was lacking that mass appeal

So Red Hot Radio′s a massive deal

Constantly dropping them YouTube GEMs

So I've been spitting sick so long, I′m getting used to phlegm

Ugh!... So a speedy recovery is what they're praying for

′Cause I'm a situation you can′t ignore

Banging beats, baby! They say abort

But I can't support that idea'r ′cause here is the one to beat

And I know what my family wants to see

So be prepared for a Monsterpiece!

Taking all of the love and all the advice

And I am making music whatever the sacrifice

But never faking, ′cause I know just how to do it right

And have you like...

(Hey! He brought that Old Thang Back!)

Because I'm taking all the things happening in my life

And entertaining with the truth or with a funny line

′Cause that is making artistry with a pen and a mic

So you'll be like...

(Hey! He brought that Old Thang Back!)

Old... Old... Old Thang Back

O... OTB

Threes!