More Classic

Big Stak, Big Stak oooohhh!

Looked at her sideways like, "Bitch, you so silly"
I was trappin in Kansas, sellin packs to hillbillies
No rapping, no acting--just roaches from phillies
Five dollar lines, if you been there you feel me
Heard it all before, I reply like, "Oh, really?"
Yeah I been trilly, instead of drip I bought semis
Me and Day Lux in the Cabela's off 70
Legends, man I'm trying to get like ten them
Need em out of state where I send em
Out of place but I blend in
Inner strength like a tendon
Yeah it ain't a race but I'm winning
See it in my face cuz I'm grinning
Outer space, yeah I'm chilling
Mostly weed now but snorted raw as children
Thought we knew it all and it all but killed him
Now I'ma put it all in what I'm skilled in
Thought it was a fall but we were really just building

I'm more classic than cash stuffed in a mattress
Twenty fifties, fifty twenties that's how I stack it's
Rack by rack, I'm back like ribs that's babyback
More juice than the bib that a baby has
Like laser tag I'm lit, I hit like sixteen zips
Ten toes with this prose, they wanna know what I meant
Well it's open for interpretation, I always work on vacation
Like a doctor with his patients, I'm in a yurt just pacing
Y'all inert, I'm carbon-based, organic to taste
Fools will wanna reduce, reuse and recycle my waste
You can have em, I'm up and at em with abandon
And fam if you want it that bad just grab em
Ain't played a game with no one since N64 Madden
By the door at the store, man, hand on my cannon
Ran with the plan, if they fall back we man to man em
Can't stand him, try to manhandle and his head I'ma hand him

Like, "Bitch, you so friendly"
I'm a West Oakland staple like the geese at DeFremery
Like, "Bitch, you so dumb"
I was back in the A tradin packs for
Like, "Bitch, you so slow"
Been gettin money this whole time and didn't nobody know
"Bitch, you wild"
Been this since a child, you can check my file