MR. GREY

Don't try to downplay, this is a special day. What I'm trying to say, is Happy Birthday, Mr. Grey. Now, sit down and listen. This time you should obey. I want to say this right, and not do this shit half-way. While we celebrate your birth, I'll engage in a little wordplay. Forty isn't old, nigga. so don't act like it's doomsday. Don't whine about aging. Don't be a fucking cliche'. You've got more swagger than most niggas, half your goddamn age. You wake up toxic every morning, and all day you're getting paid. You won't sunburn near your haters, cause all day they're throwing shade. You're sexy and you know it. You're a baller all the way. When hustlin' is your fucking job, you don't need a resume'. When you're quiet, you ain't nappin', you're making power plays. You keep all these bitches waiting, like a fucking lay-away. People might forget it, on the fucking day-to-day, but today is March 21st, and that's a fucking holiday. From sun-up to sun-down, every day you fuckin' slay. People need to recognize, and put this day on re-play. Should I get you a watch? Or maybe give you a three-way? I've got a lotta feelings to convey, and I don't know what I'm tryna say. Oh, yeah, Happy fucking Birthday, Mr. Grey