Lyrics Era - PRhyme, Dave East

Era

«How can you do this when you’re spankin' brand new to this?»
«I'm the leader—»
«I'm the leader of this game—»
«—Old school or new»
«—Old school or new»
Ugh, my predecessors never heavy lectured (Never)
Daily messaged through the text, vexed, toting extra (Toting)
Pedal-bike sales, bagging, pumping, just tryna stretch it (Stretch)
Snipe your bitch, no Wesley;
double cup full of Texas (Pour up)
Back room, project building with eight niggas talking
BAPE shop in Japan, had a dream J Dilla called me (Ugh)
I paid attention to the Fugees, and I killed 'em softly
All-white, feeling Godly, I’m cloud-stepping, don’t bother (Ugh)
I take offense to disrespect over who lyrical, triple threat
Every move I’m making, all pivotal (Every move)
Far from Biblical, I want threesomes, I need a chick or two
Polar bear stretched out in my living room, he from Alaska (Ugh)
No more masters
Had me spittin' with the Kiss voice (Ha-HA!), raspy, but I’m classy
Knocking André and Big Boi (Yeah), OutKast of my generation
I ain’t never fit in (Never fit in)
Now, I’m blowing sour in clubs I could never get in (Light up)
In Tokyo, reminiscing on my cousin that overdosed
Seen a fiend so high, thought he had caught the Holy Ghost («Ahh!»)
Catch a body in Harlem, lay low out in the Poconos (Yeah)
Watchin' Scarface, wanted to be Alejandro Sosa though (Bow!)
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong fucking era
«Microphone check: one, two»
Like I’m a hostage 'cause I’m in the wrong Goddamn era
«Microphone check: one, two»
You supposed to be the future!
Of the world!
You supposed to be the future!
Of the world!
«Microphone check: one, two»
Ugh!
I drag individuals, bragging on residuals
Divide jiggaboos while they flag is indivisible
My estate is digital, how these rappers the hottest?
How you rappers the coldest?
My fireplace is the ig-uh-loo
Ooh, what you say is the truth, then I salute you
De La Soul, I pop the Ruger and Posdnuos 'em
The extra extensive extent we’ve gone
To send you in witness protection, exit with this throne
I can hit you niggas' ex, or I can get you niggas X
Or I can get you niggas X-X-TENCIÓN, ugh
Bitch, we not the same thing—me?
I come from a different world
I flip you out your frame like Dwayne Wayne, then hit your girl
Run up, bare-faced, broad day, the fuck I’ma wrestle for?
Leave your ass on Heaven’s staircase, touched at the chapel door
Fuck you—your national anthem, that shit don’t concern me
'Cause this your country
I’m smokin' Monte Cristo, discussing Bitcoin and cryptocurrency
That’s probably why white people stay connected
My people stay corrected, white people stay protected—
From the same dangers in life that my people stay subjected
The U.S.A. got a race obsession
Hatred, I hope you know that’s why I race my possessions
I treat my Porsche like Oprah and my Wraith like Stedman
Errrrrrr!
Sometimes, I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong fucking era
«Microphone check: one, two»
Like I’m a hostage 'cause I’m in the wrong Goddamn era
«Microphone check: one, two»
You supposed to be the future!
Of the world!
You supposed to be the future
Of the world!
«Microphone check: one, two»
PRhyme!