Classic

I'm rappin like im in my prime bitch, thats Pro Era
A go getta for more cheddar, so dont sweat us
I pull up on yo bitch, with Jordans and dope sweaters
If you think I aint that nigga then why dont these hoes let up
Can't forget about the way I come and steeze in black
They can't believe the fact, I jot it down with ease in rap, now he's the crap
I mean the shit, and if I said it, then I mean the shit
Listen to the lyrics that I spit, see what the meaning is
Ian on no basic shit, and ion want no basic
But if you gone act like a hoe, then face the shit
If you thought about it and doubt it, how could you play this shit now
Sit down, sit down, come on relax
I'm back with tracks and tracks thats stacked and packed
Just to make you get loud, floppin for a bitch foul
Bron nigga
I want that gold plaque, fuck gettin a bronze nigga
Talkin bout nothin and still killin shit im on nigga

This is a classic
Two niggas tryna get it on the road
Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so
What happens next, no nigga don't know
This is a classic
Two niggas tryna get it on the road
Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so
What happens next, no nigga don't know

Ain't this the shit that you can vibe to
Hit ya girl up bout to slide through
Two plus two equals four, And that's a carpool
Born in Ninety Seven so I'm coming off that old school
Cause they been knew I got heart like soul food
Now I'm killing niggas faithfully
Could give a fuck about a bitch that won't lay for me
Or ride for me
Die for me
I get it out the mud like Kevin Gates
I want to have hoes in each and every state
Cause you see me, got international goals
Now I'm on something better than local ass goals
I want the power and the fame all glittered in gold
Now these instagram niggas always doing the most
By flexing on these bitches by the way that they pose
But once I post something, man they all going ghost

This is a classic
Two niggas tryna get it on the road
Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so
What happens next, no nigga don't know
This is a classic
Two niggas tryna get it on the road
Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so
What happens next, no nigga don't know

Niggas call me uncle Flash up in this bitch like you my brother son
Big homie, DJ Khaled shit, another one
Laid back
Black hair with ripped jeans
Black rock star, guitar, hoes and big dreams
I got honor with my thieves, we like Sly and The Band
And if he do his job right then imma slide em a band, my mans
You good bro, if I got it then so do you
Stop crying over nothing, ian lying, I show the truth
Just call up my jack, and imma hit you right back
Imma make you keep asking how I got it like that, just be cool
Calm collective, resolve perspective, let God protect us and I promise it all get better
Thats Six steps ahead of yha, a king, checkmate
Sow my royal oats, Prince Akeem, man death waits for no man or time
So I stand beside
My belief in these streets cause ion plan to die
Im finna drop a music classical
Mashin flows and smashin hoes
Fuckin round with Flash & Quay I swear to God you have to go
Keep it on the hush, its a secret like we passin notes
If you aint worried, why the fuck you niggas askin for
Niggas always askin, why the fuck you not dabbin bro
Ian with that dancin shit, i'm tryna get my cash to flow
Living so Irregular
Plug on my cellular
Niggas tryna jock our vocab but can't spell with us

This is a classic
Two niggas tryna get it on the road
Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so
What happens next, no nigga don't know
This is a classic
Two niggas tryna get it on the road
Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so
What happens next, no nigga don't know