The New Rockstars (Culture)

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mickey Factz] For years I said that I was a rocker I been a cool kid, you know rolling and rocking So hearing Ye spaz ain't shocking, he on topic These niggas tryna ball but they just rock and jocking The basket too tall, so tryna score ain't a option Lupe I see exactly what the wickey wickey wack doing So much dead wack music I'm throwing black tulips These rap humans is bad moving like Pat Ewing Traded to Seattle after both his knee caps ruined Mmmmm, when from my mama house to on a couch Then a duplex chelsea whenever john was out Yo Shapiro, I'm like a pharaoh Let's work, I can get our accounts commas and zeroes Rockstar... Without the long hair and guitars Wanna talk to god but for now i just stare at the stars I'ma make you feel my wrath like Elian Gonz- Alez before he crossed the waters to get to the shores Private art gallerys Publishing checks looking like ya' salary Throwing wine tastings with waitresses looking like Sanaa Lathan Body painted serving drinks walking around naked Ask Theophilus London about the dungeons We performed in hustling to get people accustomed To culture Now its dinner parties at fly spots Playing Y-not, like why not? 'Cause I'm hot [Verse 2: Mickey Factz] It's right here Ye... Just ain't promoted Even had Marsha Ambrosius sing about culture Look at the vultures? Where the culprits? These niggas need coaching I'm 'bout to be Erik Spoelstra Yamamoto loafers... Black apple trench on my shoulders On the fourth floor of the MOMA Wall to wall paintings, life-size posters I'm posted... Tall mimosas on top of coasters Standing on ostrich sofas Some of these roaches act bogus I pull up to the club in a Lotus They act like they don't notice Until it get flooded... And then they wanna know us... That's biblical! Once it got flooded they wanna know us/Noahs My man pull up in one too... It's like they cloned us And they red... See... They prolly think I'm Moses The hip hop version of Guns N' Roses Guggenheim I'm furious take it serious Write till my fingers bleed on the pad to the last period No monthly spike vests and zippered denim Different countries, mic check... They think I'm Lennon! The black version of the Beatles... Talk mean Ciroc-alypse, Warhol in 2014 Lincoln Center, with Fab 5... Really tho Cultured, watching Misty pose on her tippy toes