| Damn, Mizzy Mauri got beats
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| Uh, old niggas and new niggas, now what’s the difference?
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| All in the same boat in a stuck position
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| So when an old nigga talkin' I don’t fuckin' listen
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| They don’t know, every day we make tough decisions
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| It seems though we is at a generational gap
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| Which bring conversation and a statement in fact
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| We can agree, none of us is 'posed to make it in rap
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| I understand both sides, let me break it in half
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| Let’s take it back: when hip hop originated
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| And old niggas said it was wack, they couldn’t take it
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| And called it a lil' trend, said it wouldn’t last
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| Now, it’s the number one genre as the time passed
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| Young niggas won’t listen and we know it, ha
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| But old niggas always talk and never show it, uh
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| You gotta practice what you preach and the classes that you teach
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| We’ll eventually listen, my mind mentally prison, uh
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| Lately, all my idols, they been failin' me
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| Catchin' sexual assaults and some felonies
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| Then, you want me to listen what you tellin' me
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| And wanna hate when we sing our lil' melodies
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| And other idols, they be broke, get your funds in order
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| And Kanye West is a Trump supporter
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| Then, we got R. Kelly and Bill Cosby
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| Who still probably got lil' girls in the Hills lobby
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| And these supposed to be our heroes? |
| Negro, please
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| Old niggas unreliable like D-Rose knees
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| Only man I can trust is G-O-D
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| Not to mention Mos Def and Talib Kweli
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| Now I get it, y’all think new niggas really suck
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| And white kids fuckin' love it, lil' silly ducks
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| But I know it’s a lot of bullshit goin' on
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| I understand, but please, don’t complain without a plan
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| Ironically I wrote this whole song off a xan, nah I’m playin'
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| I’m just tryna be a fuckin' man
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| We see you old niggas as a lot of clowns
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| Not to mention, our father figures was not around
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| So we all on tours and we hoppin' towns
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| We just need to sit down and find common ground
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| And it’s soon to come, soon to come
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| Hip-hop need balance like the moon and sun
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| It feel good when I wear Christian Louboutins
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| So I gotta drop music to accrue some funds
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| And I get it, that’s the mindset that’s killin' the rhyme-fest
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| But feedin' our families, lowering the crime, yet
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| You want us to be separate and make a contest
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| Rappin' to stay up out the streets, shouldn’t mind that
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| Stayin' out of prison and we sayin' fuck the system, man
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| Rappin' is an outlet to go and get our dividends
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| Rather than out robbin' niggas, sellin' Ritalin
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| Old niggas bitter, y’all should love it when a nigga win
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| 'Cause we came from the same struggle
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| Like Diddy and Dame Russell
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| Was teachin' and gained hustle, got rich, remained subtle
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| See, I listen, see, I listen
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| But Lil Dae-Dae water-whippin' in the kitchen
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| Ready to flip a pack and bring it back, no submission
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| Gotta just go attack Lil Pump when you’re dissin'
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| I understand both sides of the Ziploc
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| Y’all old niggas' time is comin', nigga, tick-tock
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| I’ma still wear all my Gucci flip-flops
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| And the fuckin' diamond chain with the big rocks
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| And I’ll be the greatest ever, nigga, just watch
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| Cardi B got rich from Love & Hip Hop, haha |