They say that love is a drug
You let your mouth run like a thug
Go where I go, do what I do, honestly you could get mugged
When I see opps, I gun
But when I hear pops, I run
Life can get hard, like, oh my god, but right now I’m just having fun
Woo!
Modern rappers ain’t hot
Talking ‘bout drip that they ain’t got
Stop mumbling’, then we’ll talk
Fix yo lyrics, then we’ll walk
‘Cause you was never the greatest alive
Pac’s the king, bruh are you high?
No respect, nah that ain’t fly
No honour, fam you tried
Rap started with the Sugar Hill Gang
Then slowly changed to a Compton ‘thang
Biggie, 2Pac, Nas and Wu-Tang
They’re the ones at the top of the food chain
At least we got some who praise the roots
J Cole, Kendrick, Joyner, Lute
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The darker the flesh, the deeper the roots
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
Words of ‘Pac, y’already knew
You wanna talk smack, I don’t wanna hear you
You can find me checkin’ out an R32
Born and raised in the 416
Where the peeps are small, and the roads are slick
Live or die, you take your pick
You can’t break our squad, we tough like bricks
I’ll probably never hit no top charts
For now it’s groceries and shopping carts
But all of us who’ll never blow up
We’ll do what ‘Pac said, and keep our heads up
Modern rappers ain’t hot
Talking ‘bout drip that they ain’t got
Stop mumbling’, then we’ll talk
Fix yo lyrics, then we’ll walk
You was never the greatest alive
Pac’s the king, bruh are you high?
No respect, nah that ain’t fly
No honour, fam you tried
0’6, I’m ‘bout to pounce like a lynx
Tryna’ mess ‘round, nah, we don’t play tricks
Bring me your copy book, I give you a bonus
Had to read the giver, now I’m feeling like Jonas
Feel like we’re being ruled by a dictator
Give women rights, not just prayers
Some be flexing, Dsquared2
Others can’t afford footwear
Yeah, so stop oppression
All it does is cause depression
So you wanna be in charge, better listen to this bar
Knock you outta’ your mansion
You may think you pose a threat
You took Jews, said let’s gas ‘em
But y’all can’t stop us from dancin’
Stop this, or you’ll be givin’ answers
Modern rappers ain’t hot
Talking ‘bout drip that they ain’t got
Stop mumbling’, then we’ll talk
Fix yo lyrics, then we’ll walk
You was never the greatest alive
Pac’s the king, bruh are you high?
No respect, nah that ain’t fly
No honour, fam you tried