Classic '04 Lyrics

Yea, let's go

Yea On my Biggie Shi, yea uh uh Yea Uh

And fuck all you hoes, A Classic born in 04

I don't need hella ice to show these niggas That I'm snowborn

I be jumping outta planes and getting paid Cause I'm Airborne

They really like my lingo and my grammar Say I'm Shaper than a thorn

And they really like my drip, I rock the sandals Fuck them Jordans

Clean nigga like I'm choring

Jalen Hurts I be Soaring

And I rather drive a beater with good credit Fuck a foreign

I got a mom and a dad but came up like a Orphan

See I really been that nigga, never been up for Discussion

This like boys in the hood if I see Ricky then I'm bussin

Ima sly cat, yea I get the bread but never Buffin

I got notes like I'm Steve they'll never see me Coming

If she wanna face me, get the Bull Andre Drummond

She gon come back like a Spirit if she being Fucking summoned

Yea, Uh

Let's go

They don't want story just a culprit, and it's Catching eyes

Back to plotting against the nigga but in the Mastermind

And I only got one tool, bet his body will be Aligned

She a petulant darkskin woman with the evil Eyes

Yo bitch a home wrecker and we chopped it Up about the redesign, yea

It's a new year so fuck you niggas that I leave Behind

All you old hoes y'all pussy trash but jus keep On trying

I travel round the world I get placid bout the Food arriving

She gon pop a pill, I hope it's only for her iron

And then they better come correct cause my Name is not Orrion

Yea she know I'm the one in her Mills like I'm Zion

Yea I'm really having motion come to me about Supplying

Yea I'm really having Motion Ima make these Niggas seasick

She playing with her pussy in the Stu like a Remix

I'm spitting hot shi even dragons couldn't Breathe it

Ima young classic born in 04 just believe it

Yea, let's go

Uh uh uh

Wanna get to know my name but it's Forbidden like a fruit

This rap game really a poem so I'ma "Whisper You the Truth"

You a cat with 8 lives I got acquitted like I'm Juice

Ima really have em stuck like it's some Mufuckin Mousse

I send em to the frontlines with ARs my Shooter 15

I walk down on a nigga he looking both ways Like a split screen

They tryna bite my style, now you foaming out The mouth like some whipped cream

They love to say I'm sassy but Shut the fuck up Cause bitch please

If she holding her tongue she'll be on Broadway selling big dreams

I'm pumping up yo momma and Ian talking about no protein

I give my problems to God cause yall niggas Ain't no philistines

I'm living everyday life and they say that shit is Goat things

I'm taking 3-1 leads bet these hoes be choking

Career ending nigga 22 like they JoakI'm

They tryna come back and they greedy like Some dope feins

Ima real classic win the race without a trophy