The New Passtime

COT DAMN, MartyBars and C Simeon out here.

 

We New Passtime, and we feelin better than, better than the veterans/

Bumpin C.S.F. in the whip and spittin some carcinogens/

We new to the game, but we gonna retire with decorated lettermans/

and destroy any fuck boy who been pumpin the game with estrogen/

damn, in the past, we was bongin up brisk bottles/

Now I got visions of sippin lean with Rocky gettin horizontal/

Bluegrass rap super heroes man, it's a modern day marvel/

We're just corrupted youth acting like alcoholic Mad Men/

Squeaky clean teens, unfortunately we the antonym/

What we do? Keep it one hunned like Aroldis Chapman/

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

I spit that 1980 Pryor, that L.A. '92 violence/

New Passtime invadin ya cranium like we came up ya sinus/

I been flowin so smooth and so heavenly/

been ready to run up on it like a US embassy/

We gone from bashful to brashful in less than 60/

Go ahead, talk mo shit bout how you don't feel me/

Simeon smoke plenty green and addicted to rippin beats/

feels like I went on a pregame sports killin spree/

Fuck a motherfucker who say he only fuck with real rap/

JanSport called and told ya backpack to ya original habitat/

I been bout keepin my dreams alive man, workin round the clock/

Fuck with a man as anxious as me and I'll be Em, you be Papa Doc/

Man I was born in the 5-0-2, where cops don't come thru/

but you could place a bet on it, my dreams gon come tru/

Remember one thing, if y'all spittin some filler lines/

I'll be dealin the blow that gave you the first high/