Classic Fashion

Yeah
Back like I never motherfucking left, man
You know what it is
Big Bizzy
Woah woah woah
Bad bitches make it clap for him
Yea, yea, yea

Bad bitches make it clap for him
Real niggas be dapping him
Born to live, no accident
In classic fashion, I'm back again
Yeah
That be him, that be him
That be him til the casket dip
Bad bitches make it clap for him
Real niggas be dapping him
Born to live, no accident
In classic fashion, I'm back again
Yeah
That be him, that be him
That be him til the casket dip

Live my life, I'ma do me
Zoning off that ooh wee
Got my eyes on Bruce Lee
Bust a move like I'm Toosie
Paved the way for my youths, G
Show y'all who the truth be
Yet some things never change
I'm with a dime piece in a 2-piece
Check me out, I'm rolling, boy
Got the thunder like Oden boy
Racked up and I'm holding, boy
Don't act up 'cuz we can go to war
E - F - Gods like Oh my Lord
Wavy like some corduroy
On the track, they know my voice
Kill the beat with no remorse
Plan in action, I stayed the course
Ship Gang set sail
Mapped it out and I went to work
I will prevail
Youngings want that top spot
They don't know what it entail
Heard a hater speaking on me
Count my blessings like Oh well
Blessed

Bad bitches make it clap for him
Real niggas be dapping him
Born to live, no accident
In classic fashion, I'm back again
Yeah
That be him, that be him
That be him til the casket dip
Bad bitches make it clap for him
Real niggas be dapping him
Born to live, no accident
In classic fashion, I'm back again
Yeah
That be him, that be him
That be him til the casket dip

No one can intervene
You boys is finished
Too much green
My head spin spending this spinach
You know the drill
Like a dent they done did at the dentist
The son of Eddy want more-uh
And I don't know no limits
Let me zone out
All focus, I don't need a pill
All you youngings that's doing that
Better fall back y'all need to chill
Or call the hotline
I got hot lines like the beef on grill
Line for line we can parallel
And still I know no equal
This mathematics
We shaking up the algorithm
Smooth like Barack
You looking like you got Al Gore rhythm
Been had the wave
Like Max when he had Amalgam with him
Like Kyrie, I've been a real one
That's why they rally with him

Bad bitches make it clap for him
Real niggas be dapping him
Born to live, no accident
In classic fashion, I'm back again
Yeah
That be him, that be him
That be him til the casket dip
Bad bitches make it clap for him
Real niggas be dapping him
Born to live, no accident
In classic fashion, I'm back again
Yeah
That be him, that be him
That be him til the casket dip



Credits
Writer(s): Justin Magie
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