Bruh, I’m expired , I'm feeling like expired food, past my prime But still I'm fresh, baby, I'm still on the climb I may be old news, but I'm still in my prime I'm still shining bright, I'm still on the grind They say I'm past due, like a carton of milk But I'm still here, still making moves, still silk I may be expired, but I'm still top shelf I may be past my date, but I'm still in stealth I'm like a can of beans, past the expiration But I'm still cooking up, still in the equation I may be old news, but I'm still in demand I may be expired, but I'm still in command I'm like a loaf of bread, getting stale