Generational Dispute (Cinematic Metal Version)

[Intro] Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding [Chorus] It's a generational dispute Gens clash over what they should and shouldn't do If you ask me, you should go and get some loot It's a generational dispute It's a generational dispute Gens clash over what they should and shouldn't do If you ask me, you should go and get some loot It's a generational dispute [Verse] How we go from rotary phones to new emojis? Thrifted clothes to OGs? Baggy jeans to skinny jeans? Floppy disks to NFTs? Fake it 'til you make it, G Hate me, 'cause I'm twenty-three They envy me 'cause I be eating plenty green Get to the green like I play for the Packers Like a triple entendre, I play with the grammar Boomers be like, "You can't rap" You talk too much cap, you talkin' that blah, blah Oh my God, wow, wow You kids are just so foul You TikTok, Snapchat, don't know how to act You listen to mumble rap, you kids should take a nap Oh my God, wow, wow You old folks are so loud You say the darndest things And it's embarrassing Your children just might sing, "Can you not do that, please?" [Pre-Chorus] La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la La-la-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la-la [Chorus] It's a generational dispute Gens clash over what they should and shouldn't do If you ask me, you should go and get some loot It's a generational dispute It's a generational dispute Gens clash over what they should and shouldn't do If you ask me, you should go and get some loot It's a generational dispute [Verse 2] You don't need to care about what your mama told you Look at me, I'm rich, I don't listen to no one "Boy, I don't care what you say, I told you what to do You gon' follow my rules 'til you're dead in your tomb Don't you dare talk back, boy, you are just a fool You ain't make no bread, so you ain't that cool You kids always whinin' and cryin' like a lil' fool And if you ask me, you should go back to school You should go back to school"