[Intro – Spoken] Man, this new generation crazy… Everything backward now. Up is down, wrong is right— Make it make sense! [Chorus] This new generation crazy, I done seen too much, Broke drug dealers, married hoes, pregnant studs, Respected lames getting praised like they tough, And the real ones overlooked ’cause real ain’t enough. This new generation crazy, everything switched, Bums call themselves bosses, but they ain’t got shit, Everybody internet rich, but reality hit— We living in a world where the truth don’t fit. [Verse 1] Drug dealer broke, how that work? Explain, Got a pistol and some pills but no gas in the tank, Taking pictures with money that belong to the plug, Then he asking his mama for twenty-some bucks. Married women outside yelling, “Single tonight,” Wedding ring in the purse, dress fitting too tight, Posting “Happy wife” underneath family pics, Then she sliding in the DMs trying to schedule a trip. [Pre-Chorus] Wrong getting celebrated, right getting clowned, Everybody yelling “king” with no kingdom around, Common sense left and it ain’t been found— The circus took over, now the fools wear the crown. [Chorus] This new generation crazy, I done seen too much, Broke drug dealers, married hoes, pregnant studs, Respected lames getting praised like they tough, And the real ones overlooked ’cause real ain’t enough. This new generation crazy, everything switched, Bums call themselves bosses, but they ain’t got shit, Everybody internet rich, but reality hit— We living in a world where the truth don’t fit. [Verse 2] Lames getting respect ’cause they famous online, Bought followers and likes, now they think they can shine, Never stood on business, never paid one due, But a camera and a podcast made ’em somebody new. Pregnant studs at the shower dressed fresh in a suit, Baby kicking to the beat while she lacing her boots, Grandma looking confused, Uncle Ray looking stunned— Said, “I’ve been here seventy years, but this a brand-new one!” [Bridge – Call and Response] Lead: Who got money? Background: Nobody knows! Lead: Who really married? Background: Look at the posts! Lead: Who really solid? Background: Nobody can tell! Lead: Everybody looking rich— Background: But broke as hell! [Verse 3] People want the benefits but don’t want the grind, Want a loyal relationship with a cheating-ass mind, Want respect overnight, never earned one stripe, Living two different lives—one online, one in life. Everybody got advice, nobody got results, Everybody blaming trauma when they know they at fault, We made clout into a drug and attention a fix— Now the whole generation needs to make it make sense. [Final Chorus] This new generation crazy, I done seen too much, Broke drug dealers, married hoes, pregnant studs, Respected lames getting praised like they tough, And the real ones overlooked ’cause real ain’t enough. This new generation crazy, everything switched, Bums call themselves bosses, but they ain’t got shit, Everybody internet rich, but reality hit— Somebody call common sense—we need it back quick! [Outro – Spoken] I ain’t judging nobody… I’m just trying to understand the rules. Because yesterday’s shame Is today’s claim to fame. This new generation? Man… y’all different.
