I grew up
On hip hop culture
So of course
I appreciate that old school flavor
Some of these new cats comin up
They're dope
They got style and creativity
But some of them
F*ckin suck
You know who you are
Opinions are like assholes
Everybody's got one
Lyrics are my bullets
And my mouth is like a shotgun
Kids these days
Growing up
Are hella rotten
The apple feel far
From the tree
In the garden
Seems being smart
Is no longer an option
They'd rather sip lean
And speak all retarded
Mumbling nonsense
F*cking unconscious
While little dumb kids
Are convinced that's an artist
I'm f*ckin all these bitches
I'm f*ckin all these hoes
They're puttin on my music
While takin off their clothes
I'm f*ckin all these bitches
I'm f*ckin all these hoes
They're puttin on my music
While takin off their clothes
Damn son
That shit's so dope
The writing is fire
For real thought
It's lit
Keep up the lyrics
That shit's got me high
I feel like I'm making
And Taking a hit
Them old school cats
They don't know shit
Who told you that
Kodak and Zans
They both have millions
And millions of fans
And I ain't never heard
Of the Wu Tang Clan
That's an old school thang
I'm a new school cat
F*ck Boom Bap
I do new school trap
Ruff
I make sounds like a dog
Ruff
This that corn on the cob
Aye
That don't even make sense
But I don't give a dam
Cause I'm gonna make dollas
Shwing
Gonna cop me some fake friends
Who pretend
I'm the shit
I don't want to acknowledge
The fact
That I'm wack
I'm the fad of the month
I don't have any talent
I'm actually dumb
Lucky for me
So is half
Of the world's population
It's truly amazing
I brag about drugs
And a standing ovation is waiting
I act like a thug
And they clap in amazement
It's hard to acknowledge
Mistakes when your famous
Perhaps I'm the one
Who is trapped in the matrix?
What
Matter
What the f*ck are you talking about man?
What does that shit even mean?
Maybe
This whole damn life's an illusion
We like to consume
Our lives with delusion
It fuels are excitement
The rules are confusing
There is no right
Or wrong kind of Music
We fight over likes
That we type on computers
More than we fight
Over high School Shooters
Damn
It's the same old story
That it always is
Trap Boom Bap
Who is gonna win?
Matter of fact
I am done with it
All along wrote this song
Just for fun lil bitch
It's the same old story
That it always is
Trap Boom Bap
Who is gonna win?
Matter of fact
I am done with it
All along wrote this song
Just for fun lil bitch
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Matter - Trap Versus Boom Bap Lyrics
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I grew up
On hip hop culture
So of course
I appreciate that old school flavor
Some of these new cats comin up
They're dope
They got style and creativity
But some of them
F*ckin suck
You know who you are
Opinions are like assholes
Everybody's got one
Lyrics are my bullets
And my mouth is like a shotgun
Kids these days
Growing up
Are hella rotten
The apple feel far
From the tree
In the garden
Seems being smart
Is no longer an option
They'd rather sip lean
And speak all retarded
Mumbling nonsense
F*cking unconscious
While little dumb kids
Are convinced that's an artist
I'm f*ckin all these bitches
I'm f*ckin all these hoes
They're puttin on my music
While takin off their clothes
I'm f*ckin all these bitches
I'm f*ckin all these hoes
They're puttin on my music
While takin off their clothes
Damn son
That shit's so dope
The writing is fire
For real thought
It's lit
Keep up the lyrics
That shit's got me high
I feel like I'm making
And Taking a hit
Them old school cats
They don't know shit
Who told you that
Kodak and Zans
They both have millions
And millions of fans
And I ain't never heard
Of the Wu Tang Clan
That's an old school thang
I'm a new school cat
F*ck Boom Bap
I do new school trap
Ruff
I make sounds like a dog
Ruff
This that corn on the cob
Aye
That don't even make sense
But I don't give a dam
Cause I'm gonna make dollas
Shwing
Gonna cop me some fake friends
Who pretend
I'm the shit
I don't want to acknowledge
The fact
That I'm wack
I'm the fad of the month
I don't have any talent
I'm actually dumb
Lucky for me
So is half
Of the world's population
It's truly amazing
I brag about drugs
And a standing ovation is waiting
I act like a thug
And they clap in amazement
It's hard to acknowledge
Mistakes when your famous
Perhaps I'm the one
Who is trapped in the matrix?
What
Matter
What the f*ck are you talking about man?
What does that shit even mean?
Maybe
This whole damn life's an illusion
We like to consume
Our lives with delusion
It fuels are excitement
The rules are confusing
There is no right
Or wrong kind of Music
We fight over likes
That we type on computers
More than we fight
Over high School Shooters
Damn
It's the same old story
That it always is
Trap Boom Bap
Who is gonna win?
Matter of fact
I am done with it
All along wrote this song
Just for fun lil bitch
It's the same old story
That it always is
Trap Boom Bap
Who is gonna win?
Matter of fact
I am done with it
All along wrote this song
Just for fun lil bitch
On hip hop culture
So of course
I appreciate that old school flavor
Some of these new cats comin up
They're dope
They got style and creativity
But some of them
F*ckin suck
You know who you are
Opinions are like assholes
Everybody's got one
Lyrics are my bullets
And my mouth is like a shotgun
Kids these days
Growing up
Are hella rotten
The apple feel far
From the tree
In the garden
Seems being smart
Is no longer an option
They'd rather sip lean
And speak all retarded
Mumbling nonsense
F*cking unconscious
While little dumb kids
Are convinced that's an artist
I'm f*ckin all these bitches
I'm f*ckin all these hoes
They're puttin on my music
While takin off their clothes
I'm f*ckin all these bitches
I'm f*ckin all these hoes
They're puttin on my music
While takin off their clothes
Damn son
That shit's so dope
The writing is fire
For real thought
It's lit
Keep up the lyrics
That shit's got me high
I feel like I'm making
And Taking a hit
Them old school cats
They don't know shit
Who told you that
Kodak and Zans
They both have millions
And millions of fans
And I ain't never heard
Of the Wu Tang Clan
That's an old school thang
I'm a new school cat
F*ck Boom Bap
I do new school trap
Ruff
I make sounds like a dog
Ruff
This that corn on the cob
Aye
That don't even make sense
But I don't give a dam
Cause I'm gonna make dollas
Shwing
Gonna cop me some fake friends
Who pretend
I'm the shit
I don't want to acknowledge
The fact
That I'm wack
I'm the fad of the month
I don't have any talent
I'm actually dumb
Lucky for me
So is half
Of the world's population
It's truly amazing
I brag about drugs
And a standing ovation is waiting
I act like a thug
And they clap in amazement
It's hard to acknowledge
Mistakes when your famous
Perhaps I'm the one
Who is trapped in the matrix?
What
Matter
What the f*ck are you talking about man?
What does that shit even mean?
Maybe
This whole damn life's an illusion
We like to consume
Our lives with delusion
It fuels are excitement
The rules are confusing
There is no right
Or wrong kind of Music
We fight over likes
That we type on computers
More than we fight
Over high School Shooters
Damn
It's the same old story
That it always is
Trap Boom Bap
Who is gonna win?
Matter of fact
I am done with it
All along wrote this song
Just for fun lil bitch
It's the same old story
That it always is
Trap Boom Bap
Who is gonna win?
Matter of fact
I am done with it
All along wrote this song
Just for fun lil bitch
Writer: Jake Stone
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