Call It a Classic

Jean jacket
Got the hat just to match it
If Jay made this they would call it classic
I'm old fashioned
New clothes dope fabric
The bass so big
We just call it Jurassic
More masses
People dying over acting
I'm focused on my money to the commas I'm attracting
More cash and
Spend all my time flashing
If I could rule the world
Then the haters be crashing
Gangs bragging
Spitting facts we laughing
We gone smile through our teeth the records surpassing
I want my money bitch
Get to taxing
Add another dollar every time I made it trapping
More stacks and
Counting sheep like my racks is
Shits so big looks like my own private island
Money pilin'
I've been faded for a minute
But I'm still wilding
You know I'm still wilding

Instrumental

If I end up on the floor
bury me with all my gold
But what even is the world
If can not see no more
Can you even feel my pain
Do you hear this when it pour
Chillin' on my rainy days
Think I'll text the whores
Girls mad she really don't like when we at war
And it's getting awful bad I think I'm feeling really sore
I got all these fucking girls
But she the one right at the core
Yeah I'm wishing I was dead
Got these feelings can't ignore
The seasons always change
Never knowing what's in store
What's a player to the game
When you ain't got time to score
Love is full of pain
I'm fighting I'm gonna roar
Yeah I'm fighting for the gang
Got love for all my dogs yeah
Johnny let it bang
Bass booming out the cars
Piano let it rang
Got them jumping out they bras
I'm never gonna change
Bitch love when I'm in charge
I'm the king up in my game
And you know my money large



Credits
Writer(s): Zack Almeida
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