Classic

This that classic shit
Pour a glass of wine
With some activist
Just to past the time

Got me preaching but I pastor rhymes
House of worship just a different kind
People tell me that I'm out mind
That I'm outta line
Sour faced like a bit a Lime

Niggas Man
Listen
Niggas man they don't know what to do
Me I still got dreams to pursue

TGE it's time to lace up my shoes
I'm Cutting ties had to let this loose
Like it's 2012 had to pour out the goose

Like the world is over
Living like I got a chip on my shoulder
And trust me dawg it's bout the size of bolder

Boss dawg like I'm whitey bulger
Purple Heart they wanna test the soldier
They just mad Kid got colder
Taking over this the NWO

Told Yetti this a hit yaa
Feddy boy he just call the order
How the fuck could I ever lose
With the winning team chilling in my corner

Yeah nigga we up
We up we up
We up we up
Yeah nigga we up
We up we up

We up we up
Yeah nigga we up
I said We up we up
We up we up

Yeah nigga we up
I said We up we up
We up we up
Yeah nigga we up

Hello howdy how ya doing today
I got stress and dreams falling off of my plate
Eat right off the floor
5 Second rule i'm applying today

Still same nigga from last week
Running from life like a mufuccN track meet
My mind made up
If you ask me
Told shawty bend over slap ass cheek

I'm feeling loose let me pour upp
Fed pop bottles pour more love
This a toast to the game
Ima soldier

Fight wars for the gang
Nigga throw it up
You going throw it up
I beez in the whip
Blood going pop for me
I'm seen with the crips

Cuh going drop for me
Leave da keys n a tip
Mob going mop for me
Clean the scene then dip
Gotta whole plot homie

Yeah nigga we up
We up we up
We up we up

Yeah nigga we up
We up we up
We up we up
Yeah nigga we up

I said We up we up
We up we up
Yeah nigga we up

I said We up we up
We up we up
Yeah nigga we up

Get emmmmmmmmmmmmm



Credits
Writer(s): Tevin Alston
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