Triz Nathaniel - Gonna Tell My Kids This Was Auld Lang Syne (feat. Saliha Muttalib)

Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
And Jetsonmade another one
Buss down Thotiana, Buss down
This year's for the young kids who up next
Drake just sent Baby Yoda a text
Jay-Z lost touch with the streets for the checks
Now he with his Ku Klux Klan fam, yep
I'm Rapinoe hitting my goals in the inner net
You asking for clout like you on Santa's lap
Riding knee in a dangerous field with no respect
Getting fucked like you gave your seat up to Nas X
Y'all done let me out the cage
In this golden age
Of hip-hop
So old school I might get a page
Saying 911 I wanna get away
To the southwest bay
Getting hyphy
I'm a warrior I came out to play
I'm on like a Peloton - stay out my lane
It's a cycle and I'm still around like a ring
I'm around the Rosie like O'Donnell's babe
No back and forth - Joyner/Tory
If you come at me it'd be a public mistake
Like the Starbucks cup in season 8
Cuz you ain't seasoned like a white lady made ya
I'll make a gang of niggas run like they Democrats
Y'all too boo'd up like when Trump saw the Nats
Y'all Simone Biles way you try'n flip it back
While I'm getting more fucked up than the trailer for Cats
Should old acquaintance be forgot
And never brought to mind
And Jetsonmade another one
Buss down Thotiana, Buss down
He? She? Fuck a label like Uzi and Drama
Black man ran country - Lil' Nas Obama
Got legal marijuana in the palm of my hand
Ain't rushin' - how they stallin' the plan?
Man I woke up to a mess like a wet dream
Kill a incel like I'm going after Epstein
Triz wrote the quiz don't test me
You a Tesla truck, I'm a bulletproof Bentley
They sent me here to stop all this horror
3 the hard way, I'm in charge of ya slaughter
Tekashi going free cuz they made him a offer
He told 'em "Cardi B killed Jimmy Hoffa!"
Cuz I'm real I'ma spit the truth
Y'all Jussie Smollett, faking the noose
On the track like my fifty-six dollar shoes
Ain't crippin' but I still know the blues
I'm in the booth trying to do it like Neighborhood Nip
Said: don't trip off the credit, just pay up your dues
Got me thinking 'bout Ras G, Bushwick B
And pour one for young Juice
I know the sun ain't shining like a night scene
But in the dark the stars can shine brightly
So I'ma tell my kids 2019 was shit
But 2020 was lit

Written by:
Benton Stephens

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