American Classic

I just I just like
Wanted to be on some real shit
You know like

Niggas got that drive
But they mind stuck in neutral
Yea them niggas gunna hate
They mad they can't recruit you
Tints bullet proof just in case they wanna shoot you
Bitches want my soul
Shit i think its voodoo
Used to be in love
Shit I think it's coocoo
I used to fuck with a bitch
I think her name was truthful
Love when that whispering eye
Get Aquafina
Blowing smoke out the moonroof
Baby want a real high
Baby want a chill vibe
I lick her clean
Pussy sweet like a beehive

I ain't the one
You wanna speak on
Call the police on
Death is a subject
That a nigga don't speak on
Ain't nothing but yellow tape
And pain where i be at
Tell a nigga wait
Where's the safe where the keys at
Lay everybody down
Ace get the Shotty now
I drove to the Mojave
For a key of that Bobby brown
Four mask men in your city in your lobby now
They keep asking
South central Where your body found
No relaxing no laid back
All paid back
Put holes in your wave cap
Time and death is ASAP
Where the kids play at
Where the killings and the apes at
Body parts go missing They don't know where your face at
Might need surgery
My Pockets move vertically
Never manslaughter Every killing is a first degree
No paper trail
Everything is done verbally I want you to watch
Circle the block
Anniversary