(Intro) (Dark, eerie synth pads, sliding 808s kicking in with a heavy street bounce) (Sound of a car door slamming, followed by a heavy metallic click) Yeah... Look. Different breeds, man. Different fucking breeds. You lot were strapped in like you’re going to space. We were flying off the back seat when the brake hit. Let's talk about it. (Verse 1- Aggressive Rap Harsh Male Voice) Tossed on the back seat, no seatbelt, sliding on the floor, Dad driving with one hand, a cigarette burning to the core. No airbags, no GPS telling us where the fuck to go, Just the smell of cheap fuel and windows we had to crank slow. A degree? Fuck outta here, our biggest dream was a BMX, Or stealing dad's old moped when he wasn't checking texts. We survived the concrete jungle, out past the streetlights' glow, While you lot were sipping organic juice with nowhere to go. (Pre-Chorus-Aggressive Rap Harsh Male Voice) (The beat drops out slightly, vocals get more melodic and condescending) And now look at you, staring through your pristine glass, Soft-ass generation, scared of blowing grass... I gotta ask, what’s your fragile little life even worth, When a mild breeze drops you straight down to the earth? (Chorus-Sarcastic vocals) Nine airbags wrapped around your fragile little spine, Still catching a cold while mommy brings you tea and lime! We survived freezing winters and a forty-degree heat, While a single sniffle drops you dead right on the street! (Look, look) Soft little princes, raised in a glass cage, You panic offline, while we ran the whole stage! (Verse 2-Aggressive Rap Harsh Male Voice) Buckled up tight in baby seats, AC cooling your face, If the Wi-Fi drops for a second, you’re having a mental case. Graduation comes and daddy hands you keys to a brand-new ride, While we were walking miles in the cold with nowhere to hide. You pop C-vitamin gummies and cry when your nose is red, Calling an ambulance because your temp hit thirty-eight instead! If you lived one fucking day in the mud where we were raised, You’d probably faint from shock and end up in a daze. (Verse 3-Aggressive Rap Harsh Male Voice) Scrolling through Tinder, swiping left, looking for a bargain trade, While we hunted on the blocks where real connections were made. If we liked a girl, we stepped up, fought and bled for her heart, Face to face, eye to eye, right from the very start. You just stare at pixels, hiding behind a glowing screen, Too much of a pussy to speak to a real queen. Empty messages, ghosting, scared of a real rejection, Where the fuck is the fire? Where’s your spine, your affection? (Chorus-Sarcastic vocals) Nine airbags wrapped around your fragile little spine, Still catching a cold while mommy brings you tea and lime! We survived freezing winters and a forty-degree heat, While a single sniffle drops you dead right on the street! Outro (Dark piano melody lingers) Nah, it ain’t even hate, little guys... it’s just pity. You were grown in a lab, we were forged in the city. Stay under your blanket. Watch out for the draft. (A loud bass drop, then absolute silence)
