1996

1996, generations split
Still reppin that gen z but I'm millennial as shit
So go on and take your pick
I won't be salty like bitch
Because I know I'm a rat and that's year 1996
Year 1996 (6-6-6-6)
That's year 1996 (6-6-6-6)
Oh my, oh my god, well shit
I won't be salty like bitch
Because I know I'm a rat and that's year 1996 (Yeah)
1996

Almost 25 but you still treat me like a kid (yeah)
But I'm not fucking kidding this time when I say I am the kid (yeah)
It's not 2010 no more, so put a fucking lid on it
Hashtag QueenBey, bro
Put a fucking ring on it
Before you run your mouth like faucet
Load it, cock it, aim right at your neck
Just stop it, It's time for some new faces
Who will blow up next?
So many Grammys I can't count them
Will you save (save) a few for me?
I used to see you in the magazines, the news, and sometimes on tv
But it's my turn now
96, I'm loud and proud to me myself and I, the crown
Belongs to me now (now)
Bow down before the new generation, revelation
The kids are rising up to your level
About time for transformation, I'm the devil
Sign me your soul and you won't get the shovel
I'll dig your grave before you know that it's coming, like woah
We can be your nightmare on elm street, yeah
Jumping through the hurdles like a track meet, uh
These kids got some spunk, why you asking?
Do we scare you cuz we so nasty? (Yeah)

Like who are we to open boundaries?
Think about the things that are banned from Midwest families
God forbid I rid myself of all your ways
I'm so sorry mom and dad, but I will never behave

1996, generations split
Still reppin that gen z but I'm millennial as shit
So go on and take your pick
I won't be salty like bitch
Because I know I'm a rat and that's year 1996
Year 1996 (6-6-6-6)
That's year 1996 (6-6-6-6)
Oh my, oh my god, well shit
I won't be salty like bitch
Because I know I'm a rat and that's year 1996 (Yeah)
1996

I feel like these days we all have agoraphobia
All because of the internet
(Yeah)
Ai got me anti-social
Fucked me up more than you ever did
I don't care about what he did, what she said
To be honest, I don't really give a shit
Seems to me you're more worried about the likes
Than what you say into the mic
So how can you call yourself a lyricist?
I want to do more than exist
Be alive, push my limits to the test
Strive to be the best, that there is
But now every other rapper on the map that I'm after
Is another young Eminem tryna rap good
Like the master, I meant to say well, nazi as in grammar
Born in Зимой with a sickle and a hammer (and a hammer)
I don't mind my fucking manners, no
And I think that I am sadder, I gather, than most
But I'd rather be given a choice than to suffer as a puppet
Don't need no hands up my throat
Like Ai, we're all just machinery
Step out of line, your face will be on TV
He said, "hush child, this is society
Just keep to yourself
Don't feed your creativity, no!"

I swear, I'm fine
I've got too much on my mind
Ask me later, I'm too faded
Maybe at a better time
I'm wasted, right now
I told you don't hit my line
Said it once before, so don't make me say it twice

1996, generations split
Still reppin that gen z but I'm millennial as shit
So go on and take your pick
I won't be salty like bitch
Because I know I'm a rat and that's year 1996
Year 1996 (6-6-6-6)
That's year 1996 (6-6-6-6)
Oh my, oh my god, well shit
I won't be salty like bitch
Because I know I'm a rat and that's year 1996 (Yeah)
1996