[Intro]
Damn, Mizzy Mauri got beats

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