Classic
Classic
Classic, classic
Haha
Broken bottles on my floor
Fossils and a globe, on my desk
Under stress, only way to cope is to flow
Classic shit when I rhyme, it's timeless
Fog driving in silence, can't even see my life man I'm lifeless uh
People talking about, I can't see the fun in
Rhyming making money, only thing I love is bloody country
See I'm bugging, thinking what I'd do
If I really told the truth on a record and let loose
So here it goes
Fuck all of these hoes, that try to talk to me
Yet go behind my back, like "yo, I know
Check this out if you do really wanna go, then why you go behind your phone
Disappear just like a ghost, only thing haunting is my robe
I'm at home, thinking why the hell you wanna mess with me, I'm in my zone
Bitch, forget this other shit
The track yeah I smother it
Kick facts, get ass, yeah yeah I'll get it
Classic, yeah you know what it is, 816 or 619, now I'm repping my time
Classic, yeah a young MC, tear up a track just like Easy E
Classic, yeah you know what it is, 816 or 619, now I'm repping my time
Classic, yeah a young MC, tear up a track just like Easy E
Yeah, let me rearrange the subject
The beat got me on some groove shit
I don't do the bottom, I'm mobbing with my top chick
Gas got the optics, redder than Santa fabrics
One of them perfect days, temp feel amaze
Top back, feel the raze, cup full of dope juice
DUI I don't do, my girl got the wheel with the heels
Resting on the clouds
Time is not a factor, I'm lost in the moment
Slide around town
She rocking that summer dress revealing
The reason why I love staying home
Baby girl, thick
Thicker than attention between bloods and crips
Minutiae, type of detail
I'm feeling like LL when he's going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
Bang your glasses, to the classic
Roll a wood, make it happen
This style is so
You hear G, yeah I know he killed that verse
And here I come back to finish the meal
And I'll disperse
All this shit back up on my plate, you say it's gross but bro
If you only knew who I am, I would crush you in the dirt
I came back to finish what G started
Cold hearted, master of coming up with what is retarded
Not retardant, here comes the blaze of glory
"Cam you're fired!" What the hell?
No I retire
Cause I got 16 years in the game, and still on fire
Been through disrespect and tears
Even from my local peers
Seen walking through my mirror
Searching for a bigger mirror
Seen going through my fears
Searching for a bigger year
Searching for another ear
To place all my thoughts in
Even though I'm sane
I place my blame on the game
I've had ups and downs
Lefts and rights, all are leading fame
All are eating away, at my precious heart
So I turn on classic in the dark, and pray I wake up uh
Classic, yeah you know what it is, 816 or 619, now I'm repping my time
Classic, yeah a young MC, tear up a track just like Easy E
Classic, yeah you know what it is, 816 or 619, now I'm repping my time
Classic, yeah a young MC, tear up a track just like Easy E
Classic, classic
Haha
Broken bottles on my floor
Fossils and a globe, on my desk
Under stress, only way to cope is to flow
Classic shit when I rhyme, it's timeless
Fog driving in silence, can't even see my life man I'm lifeless uh
People talking about, I can't see the fun in
Rhyming making money, only thing I love is bloody country
See I'm bugging, thinking what I'd do
If I really told the truth on a record and let loose
So here it goes
Fuck all of these hoes, that try to talk to me
Yet go behind my back, like "yo, I know
Check this out if you do really wanna go, then why you go behind your phone
Disappear just like a ghost, only thing haunting is my robe
I'm at home, thinking why the hell you wanna mess with me, I'm in my zone
Bitch, forget this other shit
The track yeah I smother it
Kick facts, get ass, yeah yeah I'll get it
Classic, yeah you know what it is, 816 or 619, now I'm repping my time
Classic, yeah a young MC, tear up a track just like Easy E
Classic, yeah you know what it is, 816 or 619, now I'm repping my time
Classic, yeah a young MC, tear up a track just like Easy E
Yeah, let me rearrange the subject
The beat got me on some groove shit
I don't do the bottom, I'm mobbing with my top chick
Gas got the optics, redder than Santa fabrics
One of them perfect days, temp feel amaze
Top back, feel the raze, cup full of dope juice
DUI I don't do, my girl got the wheel with the heels
Resting on the clouds
Time is not a factor, I'm lost in the moment
Slide around town
She rocking that summer dress revealing
The reason why I love staying home
Baby girl, thick
Thicker than attention between bloods and crips
Minutiae, type of detail
I'm feeling like LL when he's going back to Cali, Cali, Cali
Bang your glasses, to the classic
Roll a wood, make it happen
This style is so
You hear G, yeah I know he killed that verse
And here I come back to finish the meal
And I'll disperse
All this shit back up on my plate, you say it's gross but bro
If you only knew who I am, I would crush you in the dirt
I came back to finish what G started
Cold hearted, master of coming up with what is retarded
Not retardant, here comes the blaze of glory
"Cam you're fired!" What the hell?
No I retire
Cause I got 16 years in the game, and still on fire
Been through disrespect and tears
Even from my local peers
Seen walking through my mirror
Searching for a bigger mirror
Seen going through my fears
Searching for a bigger year
Searching for another ear
To place all my thoughts in
Even though I'm sane
I place my blame on the game
I've had ups and downs
Lefts and rights, all are leading fame
All are eating away, at my precious heart
So I turn on classic in the dark, and pray I wake up uh
Classic, yeah you know what it is, 816 or 619, now I'm repping my time
Classic, yeah a young MC, tear up a track just like Easy E
Classic, yeah you know what it is, 816 or 619, now I'm repping my time
Classic, yeah a young MC, tear up a track just like Easy E
Credits
Writer(s): Jack Antonoff, Camaron Ochs
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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