Old Niggas

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