Old Niggas Cordae

[Intro]

Damn, Mizzy Mauri got beats

[Verse]

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 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 niggas 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 niggas won't listen and we know it, ha

But old niggas 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 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 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 niggas 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' niggas, sellin' 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 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 niggas' time is comin', nigga, 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, nigga, just watch

Cardi B got rich from Love & Hip Hop, haha