As I peek into yo technique I can't speak
Cause y'all keep fighting over damn sneakers
Even if it had to put you six feet deep
You'd still be seeking, turn up the speakers
And God damn it, shit is like Animal Planet
If another punk have it, you gots to get it, I bet it
Doesn't matter if, you punks be broke or rich
Cause for me - you all is - below average
Twenty first century is all about texting, flexing
Popping pills and depression
This is so perplexing, And I'm just guessing
That life's about to teach them mothaf*ckas a lesson
Now I'm compelled to say that I ain't overwhelmed
Cause nowadays kids can't express themselves
They got no opinion, they hate what they're given
They reject religion, they break traditions
They never listen, they wanna make million
They wanna be living like kings and keep winning
Twenty first century is all about texting
Twenty first century is all about flexing
Twenty first century is all about texting
Twenty first century is all about flexing