[Intro]
[Verse 1: Dude Madison]
Mom took out a cigarette and she sparked it
He was only 5 at the time and it seemed harmless
A couple years pa**ed, saw a lighter on the dresser
And a fresh pack lying on the kitchen counter
Only 9 when he had his first smoke
Black lungs, girls thought that he was hella dope
His coolness became a habit, he had to have it
His older brother through a party and he loved the madness
Now he's up in junior high school puffin purp
The girls started walking round in pink mini skirts
Perverted thoughts are swimming through his brain
He wanted to be like his brother and have game
And so, began his quest to get laid, the chase
He had this pair of skinny jeans that he would rock
Chilling with his homies all around the block
And they were bad influences but the best of friends
All they did was play ball, chase girls, and get bent
Sold bud just to put some green in their wallets
Called into the radio station to be the 10th callers
And showed up at the concert mobbin' tryna be the ballers
And still got A's and B's when it came to being scholars
Remember what they taught us, by they I mean our role models
They said it's all about brown bags and gold bottles
And so we do as we see, I'm with my G's
Dula, Kevin, James, D$TRONG, and my man Tyree, see
I'm rattling names off, let's get it poppin
No matter what the past is we got future options
She downs the vodka, we gotta take advantage
So let her follow that sh** up with a hit of cannabis, b**h
[Hook/Outro]
A-lada-dada-dada x2
I'm the son of the twenty-first, yeah
I'm the son of the twenty-first century
I'm the son of the twenty-first, yeah
I'm the son of the twenty-first century
A-lada-dada-dada x2
I'm the son of the twenty-first, yeah
I'm the son of the twenty-first century
I'm the son of the twenty-first, yeah