Art Øfficial - Better Days Lyrics

I was doing this before you mumble rap Gen Z
Trap spitters chewing fake Xanax face tatted
At a young age I was only listening to Greats
Call me old school but the shit they playin

Now I can't relate
What's up with the 2 Chainz uzi vert
Gucci Mane gimme me Slim Shady
For he dyed his hair and changed his name

Take me to them better Days Bone Thugs Dr Dre
Back when Cardi B and six nine weren't a f*ckin' thing
No one ran around the public shouting
Gang gang lean sippin' and sniffin perks

All you kids sound the same
Give us back em and dre all these others imitate
Try to call themselves the GOAT I just can't facilitate
Holdin' back all this hate nah I ain't outta date

I'ma keep on servin' you fools chopped on the dinner plate
I've been waitin' years for this chance just sittin' patient
It's my time to take over the game
I'm the replacement so don't step to me

Unless you really f*ck with me it's artificial
Sent to Earth to pack syllables up inside a pistol
Shoot it through your brain got metaphors like a missile
Destroyin' tracks leave em in dust debris and rubble

If I'm bein' honest I'm probably the best to represent the 90s
Bringin' back the lyrics that everybody's been tryin' to find
Maybe I can teach all these newer kids to do it right
Illest killer villain' to step on the mic

The new age of music is coming to an end
It's time for change
The rap gods have chosen
Art Official

I'ma bring it back to gold grills and bandanas
Back before Miley was known as Hannah Montana
When it wasn't all about the money

Bands traveled in tour vans
Bumpin' some Pac Nas and Biggie
WuTang Vinny Paz RA
Method man Mos Def

Busta rymes OG
Real cats
Now they playin' Young Thug and Yachty
All this shit is trash

Mumble rap everywhere
I been gettin' whiplash
Rappin' used to be a talent
When I was brought up underground

Battles and team backpack
I'm kinda fed up
Everything's autotune and sound effects
Y'all can't even spit three bars live

And not run out of breath
I'ma keep takin' this shit to the past
With syllables cynical you cannot match
If you tried you'd crumble and suffer the mass

Of metaphors I could just pull out my ass
Adament mind of an animal
Savage is cannibals eating you artists is facts

I am the board the dean the principal
Takin' you spitters to class
I'm a gas on this generation
Blast with some education

Spittin' metaphors is my job
Grab an application
Bars staying hard bout to burst
Out their mental prison

Sickened with syllables
I need some medication