Classic ft. 4wayTerrio Lyrics

Aye I'm from cross the tracks

Like hatch

We throw four's super savage

ATL to LA

Back to back

You'll think that I was trappin, aye

We might have to shoot this in the O

This shit a classic

And I love the ones that put in they-self

They hella nasty, aye

I been him since zero baby

God ain't make me average

Gemini was born in June

But my name ain't Larry

Strike a nigga like a Titan

RIP to Gary

I gave my heart to the game

Me and money married

Aye this shit fire

This shit flame

This shit lethal

This shit gas

My bitch pressure

My bitch special

My bitch 1st

She never last

I detached from all the fake

And then I went and chased a bag

I got stripes on me

No referee I never threw a flag

I was taught to go get money first

Everything come after

And I probably curved yo main

Cause she was lame

I let you have her

Born in it

Wasn't sworn in it

This shit in my veins

Get respect for being me

Ain't hit no stain to get a name

And I thought it was bout money

But it's about fame

To much ego

Had a stash like Leon

And got out the game

Never show you niggas money

I just show you what it do

Pockets crippin

RIP to Nipsey

Love my hundreds blue

Aye I'm from cross the tracks

Like hatch

We throw four's super savage

ATL to LA

Back to back

You'll think that I was trappin, aye

We might have to shoot this in the O

This shit a classic

And I love the ones that put in they-self

They hella nasty, aye

I been him since zero baby

God ain't make me average

Gemini was born in June

But my name ain't Larry

Strike a nigga like a Titan

RIP to Gary

I gave my heart to the game

Me and money married

Love chicken I married cheese

Keep slipping get bagged like trees

He ten a G

Shit sweet nigga spin and see

On my side he'll never leave

Over here can't breathe

Over here get choked

Tips be green on my 223s

Bitches chop down trees

Better watch yo throat

Nah you better duck yo yoke

Aim high bet yo face get fried

I'll chop that fro

Yeah hit him in the eyes he unidentified

Is it him? They don't know

Got too call his folks

Why they laugh at me I was broke

Got cho now you want to hold some

I remember them jokes

My young niggas down to leave you dead bout bread

I'll put it on your head

Whole got damn loaf

And my name ain't Simon

But I'll make a bitch do what I say

When I talk she respect my approach

Aye nigga

This that lifer music

No rap cap this righteous music

On my block a minor shoot you

On my block we outside never hiding ain't hard to find

You stupid?

And we tote iron and take iron

That's mine if you ain't down to use it

Aye I'm from cross the tracks

Like hatch

We throw four's super savage

ATL to LA

Back to back

You'll think that I was trappin, aye

We might have to shoot this in the O

This shit a classic

And I love the ones that put in they-self

They hella nasty, aye

I been him since zero baby

God ain't make me average

Gemini was born in June

But my name ain't Larry

Strike a nigga like a Titan

RIP to Gary

I gave my heart to the game

Me and money married