Old Ni**As

Damn, Mizzy Mauri got beats Uh, old niggas and new niggas, now what's the difference? All in the same boat in a stuck position So when an old nigga talking, I don't fucking 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 niggas said it was wack, they couldn't take it And called it a little trend, said it wouldn't last Now it's the number one genre as the time passed Young niggas won't listen and we know it But old niggas always talk and never show it You gotta practice what you preach and the classes that you teach Will eventually listen, my mind mentally prison, uh Lately, all my idols they been failing me Catching sexual assaults and some felonies Then you want me to listen what you telling me And wanna hate when we sing our little 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 niggas 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 niggas really suck And white kids fucking love it, lil' silly ducks But I know it's a lot of bullshit going on, I understand But please don't complain without a plan Ironically, I wrote this whole song off a Xan', nah I'm playing I'm just tryna be a fucking man We see you old niggas as a lot of clowns Not to mention our father figures was not around So we all on tours and we hopping 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 killing the rhyme-fest But feeding our families, lowering the crime yet You want us to be separate and make a contest Rapping to stay up out the streets, shouldn't mind that Staying out of prison and we saying fuck the system man Rapping is an outlet to go and get our dividends Rather than out robbing niggas, selling Ritalin Old niggas bitter, y'all should love it when a nigga win 'Cause we came from the same struggle like Diddy and Dame Russell Was teaching and gained hustle, got rich, remained subtle See I listen, see I listen But Lil Dae-Dae water whipping in the kitchen Ready to flip a pack and bring it back, no submission Gotta just go attack Lil Pump when you're dissing I understand both sides of the Ziploc Y'all old niggas' time is coming nigga, tick tock I'ma still wear all my Gucci flip-flops And the fucking diamond chain with the big rocks And I'll be the greatest ever nigga, just watch Cardi B got rich from "Love & Hip Hop", haha