I’m the leader
I’m the leader of this game
Old school or new
Old school or new
[Verse 1: Dave East]
Uh, my predecessors never heavy lectured (never!)
Daily messaged through the text, vexed, totin’ extra (tote!)
Pedal bike sales, baggin’, pumpin’, just tryna stretch it (stretch!)
Snipe your bitch, no Wesley, double cup full of Texas (po’ up!)
Back room, project buildin’ with eight niggas talkin’
BAPE shop in Japan, had a dream J Dilla called me (uh!)
I paid attention to the Fugees and I killed ’em softly
All white, feelin’ Godly, I’m cloud-steppin’, don’t bother (uh!)
I take offense to disrespect over who lyrical
Triple threat, every move I’m makin’, all pivotal (every move!)
Far from Biblical, I want threesomes, I need a chick or two
Polar bear stretched out in my livin’ room, he from Alaska (uh!)
No more masters, had me spittin’ with the Kiss voice (a-ha!)
Raspy but I’m classy, knockin’ André and Big Boi (yeah!)
Outkasts of my generation, I ain’t never fit in (never!)
Now I’m blowin’ sour in clubs, I could never get in (light up!)
In Tokyo, reminiscin’ on my cousin that overdosed
Seen a fiend so high, thought he had caught the Holy Ghost (ah!)
Catch a body in Harlem, lay low out in the Poconos
Watching Scarface wanted to be Alejandro Sosa tho

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & DJ Premier]
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong fucking era
(Microphone check 1-2)
Like I’m a hostage cause I’m in the wrong era
(Microphone check 1-2)
You supposed to be the future of the world
You supposed to be the future of the world
(Microphone check 1-2)
[Verse 2: Royce Da 5’9"]
Uh I drag individuals, bragging on residuals
Divide jiggables, while the flag is indivisible
My state is digital
How these rappers the hottest, how you rappers the coldest
My fireplace is the igloo (oh)
What you say is the truth then I salute ya, De-La-Soul
I pop the Ruger and pop the new some
The extra extensive extent we’ve gone
To send you in witness protection
Exit with this throne
I can hit you niggas ex
Or I can get you niggas x
Or I can get you niggas XXXTentacion
Bitch we not the same thing, me I come from a different world
I flip you out yo’ frame like the Wayne Wayne then hit ya girl
Run up bare-faced broad day, the fuck ima wrestle for
Leave your ass on heavens staircase touched at the chapel door
Fuck you your national anthem, that shit don’t concern me
Cause it’s your country I’m smoking Monte Crystal
Discussing bitcoin and cryptocurrency
That’s probably why white people stay connected
My people stay corrected, white people stay protected
From the same dangers in life that my people stay subjected
The USA got a race obsession, hatred
I hope you know that’s why I race my possessions
I treat my Porsche like Oprah
And my Wraith like Stetman (ah)

[Chorus: Royce Da 5’9" & DJ Premier]
Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in the wrong fucking era
(Microphone check 1-2)
Like I’m a hostage cause I’m in the wrong era
(Microphone check 1-2)
You supposed to be the future of the world
You supposed to be the future of the world
(Microphone check 1-2)
[Outro: Royce Da 5’9]
PRhyme [Intro: The Bizzie Boys & Ab-Soul]
How can you do this when you’re spankin’ brand new to this?