Yeah…
Haha…
Daddy listen up.

I’m older than you, and I’m takin’ your place,
You yell in polos, I laugh in your face.
Tatted-up arms, my own ride clean,
She sit in my seat, she live my scene.

You lost control, I’m the one she trust,
Sip on vodka, not candy dust.
You call it shame, I call it a win,
She break your rules when she ride with sin.

You read your paper, I’m cashin’ checks,
You ground her weak, I’m showin’ respect.
You call me trouble, I call it grown,
She call me king ‘cause I built my throne.

I’m older than you, daddy, facts don’t lie,
She chose my world, now you wonder why.
You call it wrong, but we call it fun,
She burn with me, I’m the wicked one.

I’m older than you, daddy, watch me flex,
She love my grind, she don’t need your checks.
You losin’ grip while I laugh out loud,
She ride with me, yeah she make me proud.

Nightlife raw, I move too fast,
Your curfew rules don’t ever last.
I smash the glass, I own the night,
She ride my wave, you lose that fight.

You mad ‘cause I’m older, wiser too,
More game, more hustle, more money than you.
You call me crazy, I call it real,
She call me fire ‘cause she love the feel.

No chains, no shame, no blame on me,
She picked my lane, she ride carefree.
I bend them rules that you wrote in vain,
Your little empire washed by rain.

I’m older than you, daddy, facts don’t lie,
She chose my world, now you wonder why.
You call it wrong, but we call it fun,
She burn with me, I’m the wicked one.

I’m older than you, daddy, watch me flex,
She love my grind, she don’t need your checks.
You losin’ grip while I laugh out loud,
She ride with me, yeah she make me proud.

Call the cops, still we live this crime,
Age on my side, I don’t waste no time.
You stuck in the past, I’m the present flame,
She ride with me, never call your name.

I’m the chaos you can’t contain,
She love the thrill, she love the pain.
Your daughter grown, she make her choice,
You lost her trust, now she love my voice.

Lipstick stain on the seats I own,
Glitter dirt on a chrome iPhone.
You call it trash, I call it gold,
I’m in her story that you can’t control.

From your living room to my hotel suite,
She call my name, that bond too deep.
Yeah, I’m older, daddy, that’s the truth,
She ride with me while you lost your youth.

[Hook – final, doubled ad-libs]
I’m older than you, daddy, facts don’t lie,
She chose my world, now you wonder why.
You call it wrong, but we call it fun,
She burn with me, I’m the wicked one.

I’m older than you, daddy, watch me flex,
She love my grind, she don’t need your checks.
You losin’ grip while I laugh out loud,
She ride with me, yeah she make me proud.

Yeah…
I’m older.
And that’s why she with me.


I’m older than her Daddy (LA Trap Rap reload)

For ten days I'm in RELOAD mode, reworking all my creations from the past twenty days and transforming them into a different musical universe
The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

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