[Intro: MvdS & Emperor Aguila]
I now present to you...MvdS
This one is for my fellow 14 to 20 old kids
Who like me, got the attention span of a goldfish
Let's face it fam, you know it's true
So to kinda go with that, I put this lil remix together
Get it interesting, keep it moving
Lemme know what you think
[Verse 1]
Momma said be honest, be modest, I can't be both
She also said that those who say they do good usually don't
Man, that's two bars in and two wisdoms already broke
I'm sorry, Ma, but bare with me, I'll buy you a home
This is not 'bout what we are, this what we can be
People who can let their parents live rentfree
Do we even realize we'll rule the world in 20 years?
Jesus move on over, we will take the wheel and steer
Maybe I am wrong, cause this just an observation
But I feel like we're a pretty clueless generation
Could it be cause of smartphones? The world that we were raised in?
Or am I simply wrong, is it the minority of the nation?
I dunno
Question for a different day and different man
I mean, I'm no politician or a business man
Just a kid with an opinion from a distant land
Hol' up, you think that I'm a concious rapper? Think again
[Verse 2]
Cause I can switch it up and speak on the drink in my cup
Two bottles picked 'em up, I can miss a buck, so I mixed it up
When I miss the love, I pour Grey Goose and call my old girl
Whose your new b**h, but still s** dick, I'm so sorry fam, but it's a cold world
We just tryna survive, you know?
We just tryna get by, you know?
Me and my boys, see, getting noisy, tryna make some gems, like we Idaho
These girls just tricks, just like Dynamo, all born a b**h and then die a hoe
And the only thing worse than described in this verse, is a stuck-up, pretentious 90s hoe
Like, you ain't getting my number babe
As long as you got that Tumblr page
There's no evidence, I'm prejudiced? Well, that's what the men who whip a Hummer say
Doesn't mean it ain't true, and I'm, kinda done taking chances
So b**h, back up to the back drop and f** off with your advances
Jewelry, I have never bought, but still my body is worth a lot
Think bout the heart of gold I got, diamonds rocks on my internal clock
Swear, I look just like a beacon in the nightclub
Life of the up and coming, mile high club
Haha
[Verse 3]
My hit list look more like a book, your name's on the cover
Hop inside the whip, I got some space to cover
Aguila in the back, the role he takes is cover
So when you see us round the block, I suggest taking cover
Now repeat me word for word, it's like we make a cover
Or you'll end up with some injuries the state won't cover
You see that wall behind your head? That's what your brain will cover
Trust me, when I send shots, then you just can't recover
Still I'm working underground, like El Chapo
Waiting till the day I find a pothole
I could eat a hog whole, I'm hungry for success
Addicted to attention, I'm a junkie to the press
Fast life, best life, a junkie to the stress
The truth is I'm a noose, cause you don't want me at your neck
Run me up a check and blow it like Lindsay Lohan
Ayo, f** cancer, rest in peace to Johan
Maybe not right now, but listen, in due time
All this braggadocio will end up a true rhyme
A true climb, but for now just let me dream
Let the homie fake, homie, let the homie scheme
Aye
[Verse 4]
Jumpman, jumpman, gave you boys an introduction
Stuntin', since a youngin', I was ugly duckling
Made it to a swan and always missed those hunting
Guess I gotta clover, I should move to Dublin, facts
We gon' be alright, so tell my momma to relax
Get my name right, capital M, capital S
For reference, check your girlfriend, got it tatted on her a**
And she a trendsetter, yeah, they ink that name en ma**e
Spotlight on the kid, shout-out to Gucci Wop
Branded everything, down to the Gucci socks
Baby put in work, she make that booty drop
And after hours she still standing, shout-out Goodie Mob
Jumpman, Jumpman, Jumpman, I'm a local star
Soon I'll sell out arenas like they're local bars
[Verse 5]
This to all the rappers with they feet up off the ground
You are not that special, fam, you're not the best around
I'm sorry, I don't mean to knock you off your cloud
But that cla**ic sh** you hyping up is never coming out
That sh** stay on the shelf, homie, slowly getting dusty
You ain't really grindin', fam, you looking hella rusty
You're the perfect children, all you're doing's putting trash out
No light at the tunnel's end, it's total blackout
It's a blackout, it's a blackout
This sh** is like The Purge, pull your mask out
Youngsters close your ears, I'm bout to lash out
You guys tryna start a lil movement?
Let me guess, you're name's A Tribe Called Trash now, huh?
Stupid a**
[Outro: Emperor Aguila]
Luxury, ten hoes f**ing me, s**ing d
Been dope, parasites and paradise are nothing, b
MV, grilling and k**ing 'em with deadly
Bars and cars, filling 'em with envy
Flexing, texting dick picks, dressing like Slick Rick
Money, money, spending spending tension getting thick quick
Y'all better watch out, coming this May
Mv and Aguila gonna k** it with Né