Yung Drippy - Generational Lyrics

We bout to pass on this generation
It didn't last cause we never waited
You threw it back, hoping I could take it
I didn't lack it was in the basement
Re-trace your tracks, remember who you came with You ain't even busy loving me, you was loving Satan
Watch my youngin shooting from the three like Dwayne Bacon
This shit hit different when you really coming from the pavement
I want it now, but you was saying later
Jump in the crowd, I'm a lifesaver
She call me daddy, I ain't Darth Vader
But I can show you how to make the paper
Brodie in the field in Las Vegas Raiders
I know it's money on my head, but I ain't tripping I always got my neighbors
Why you always worried bout what they saying just forget the haters
Cause I promise they ain't doing you no good
My youngin bought a Rari to the hood
Sit back and relax, this life is good
I told OG go to college, man he should
You know he would do it if he could
But he can't, so he stays on the block
I'm with my mans, whether he's right or he's not
We bout to pass on this generation
It didn't last cause we never waited
You threw it back, hoping I could take it
I didn't lack it was in the basement
Re-trace your tracks, remember who you came with You ain't even busy loving me, you was loving Satan
Watch my youngin shooting from the three like Dwayne Bacon
This shit hit different when you really coming from the pavement

We bout to pass on this generation
It didn't last cause we never waited
You threw it back, hoping I could take it
I didn't lack it was in the basement
Re-trace your tracks, remember who you came with You ain't even busy loving me, you was loving Satan
Watch my youngin shooting from the three like Dwayne Bacon
This shit hit different when you really coming from the pavement
I want it now, but you was saying later
Jump in the crowd, I'm a lifesaver
She call me daddy, I ain't Darth Vader
But I can show you how to make the paper
Brodie in the field in Las Vegas Raiders
I know it's money on my head, but I ain't tripping I always got my neighbors
Why you always worried bout what they saying just forget the haters
Cause I promise they ain't doing you no good
My youngin bought a Rari to the hood
Sit back and relax, this life is good
I told OG go to college, man he should
You know he would do it if he could
But he can't, so he stays on the block
I'm with my mans, whether he's right or he's not
We bout to pass on this generation
It didn't last cause we never waited
You threw it back, hoping I could take it
I didn't lack it was in the basement
Re-trace your tracks, remember who you came with You ain't even busy loving me, you was loving Satan
Watch my youngin shooting from the three like Dwayne Bacon
This shit hit different when you really coming from the pavement