New School by Exostiv Lyrics
Okay, I’ve just sat at a table with a pad and a pen in my hands
Thinking what to say about your music, cuz I lately gave it a glance
From now on I just can’t keep silence, I am full of disgust you enhanced
What to say, what to say, so much in my head...but FUCK YOU ALL I’m gonna say in advance
[Verse]
Let me make it clear from the beginning what’s the claim
Imma talking bout the music that is popping, but it’s lame
I don’t even understand how to explain this phenomenon
But it’s bumping from the speakers on and on and on
I know that all you wanna do is making money
But your fans are dumb ass kids and it ain’t fucking funny
Cause they are following a role model that you’ve become
Underage with a rum bottle thinking where to buy a gun
They wanna look up to you without their own opinion
This mistake is a price of being young
But you don’t care cuz your account just hit another million
Keep on spitting at your fans from your place under the sun
It’s a simple business scheme, it’s working
Rap is not cosmology, you ain’t got to be next Stephen Hawking
It don’t matter for me how much money you’ve stacked
If you talking shit, you get no respect
Listen, asshole, I'm a hater of your platinum hits
Cause now I live in the society of fucked up kids
I'm not gonna lie, you right, daddies didn't raise'em
Now they live like shit, but it doesn't mean you gotta praise it
Generation is lost and it keeps on failing
Why’d you choose to finish off them instead of saving
Your impact is bigger than entertainments
If you make them play with fire, we all know how game ends
Brag about being shot at gunfight
Or tell how many bitches you've been smashing last night
You don't even know the meaning of being humble
Probably for you to get now what I'm saying I got to mumble
Oh you got so many rocks on your watch and chain
And a head with fancy dreadlocks without a brain
Boy, you’re thinking in this game you’re ace
But tell me who da fuck are you without those tattoos on your face?
[Chorus]
Man, fuck this new school! Rather be a dropout
I don’t wanna abuse’em! I just really wanna chop’em!
You got Gucci on your racks, but you’re cheap in your raps and it’s over and over again
For you retarded rappers Fuck you gang, fuck you gang, fuck you gang
Man, fuck this new school! Rather be a dropout
I don’t wanna abuse’em! I just really wanna chop’em!
You got Gucci on your racks, but you’re cheap in your raps and it’s over and over again
For you retarded rappers Fuck you gang, fuck you gang, fuck you gang
Thinking what to say about your music, cuz I lately gave it a glance
From now on I just can’t keep silence, I am full of disgust you enhanced
What to say, what to say, so much in my head...but FUCK YOU ALL I’m gonna say in advance
[Verse]
Let me make it clear from the beginning what’s the claim
Imma talking bout the music that is popping, but it’s lame
I don’t even understand how to explain this phenomenon
But it’s bumping from the speakers on and on and on
I know that all you wanna do is making money
But your fans are dumb ass kids and it ain’t fucking funny
Cause they are following a role model that you’ve become
Underage with a rum bottle thinking where to buy a gun
They wanna look up to you without their own opinion
This mistake is a price of being young
But you don’t care cuz your account just hit another million
Keep on spitting at your fans from your place under the sun
It’s a simple business scheme, it’s working
Rap is not cosmology, you ain’t got to be next Stephen Hawking
It don’t matter for me how much money you’ve stacked
If you talking shit, you get no respect
Listen, asshole, I'm a hater of your platinum hits
Cause now I live in the society of fucked up kids
I'm not gonna lie, you right, daddies didn't raise'em
Now they live like shit, but it doesn't mean you gotta praise it
Generation is lost and it keeps on failing
Why’d you choose to finish off them instead of saving
Your impact is bigger than entertainments
If you make them play with fire, we all know how game ends
Brag about being shot at gunfight
Or tell how many bitches you've been smashing last night
You don't even know the meaning of being humble
Probably for you to get now what I'm saying I got to mumble
Oh you got so many rocks on your watch and chain
And a head with fancy dreadlocks without a brain
Boy, you’re thinking in this game you’re ace
But tell me who da fuck are you without those tattoos on your face?
[Chorus]
Man, fuck this new school! Rather be a dropout
I don’t wanna abuse’em! I just really wanna chop’em!
You got Gucci on your racks, but you’re cheap in your raps and it’s over and over again
For you retarded rappers Fuck you gang, fuck you gang, fuck you gang
Man, fuck this new school! Rather be a dropout
I don’t wanna abuse’em! I just really wanna chop’em!
You got Gucci on your racks, but you’re cheap in your raps and it’s over and over again
For you retarded rappers Fuck you gang, fuck you gang, fuck you gang