Classic ft. Quay Miller Lyrics

I'm rappin like im in my prime bitch, thats Pro Era

A go getta for more cheddar, so dont sweat us

I pull up on yo bitch, with Jordans and dope sweaters

If you think I aint that nigga then why dont these hoes let up

Can't forget about the way I come and steeze in black

They can't believe the fact, I jot it down with ease in rap, now he's the crap

I mean the shit, and if I said it, then I mean the shit

Listen to the lyrics that I spit, see what the meaning is

Ian on no basic shit, and ion want no basic

But if you gone act like a hoe, then face the shit

If you thought about it and doubt it, how could you play this shit now

Sit down, sit down, come on relax

I'm back with tracks and tracks thats stacked and packed

Just to make you get loud, floppin for a bitch foul

Bron nigga

I want that gold plaque, fuck gettin a bronze nigga

Talkin bout nothin and still killin shit im on nigga

This is a classic

Two niggas tryna get it on the road

Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so

What happens next, no nigga don't know

This is a classic

Two niggas tryna get it on the road

Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so

What happens next, no nigga don't know

Ain’t this the shit that you can vibe to

Hit ya girl up bout to slide through

Two plus two equals four, And that’s a carpool

Born in Ninety Seven so I’m coming off that old school

Cause they been knew I got heart like soul food

Now I’m killing niggas faithfully

Could give a fuck about a bitch that won’t lay for me

Or ride for me

Die for me

I get it out the mud like Kevin Gates

I want to have hoes in each and every state

Cause you see me, got international goals

Now I’m on something better than local ass goals

I want the power and the fame all glittered in gold

Now these instagram niggas always doing the most

By flexing on these bitches by the way that they pose

But once I post something, man they all going ghost

This is a classic

Two niggas tryna get it on the road

Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so

What happens next, no nigga don't know

This is a classic

Two niggas tryna get it on the road

Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so

What happens next, no nigga don't know

Niggas call me uncle Flash up in this bitch like you my brother son

Big homie, DJ Khaled shit, another one

Laid back

Black hair with ripped jeans

Black rock star, guitar, hoes and big dreams

I got honor with my thieves, we like Sly and The Band

And if he do his job right then imma slide em a band, my mans

You good bro, if I got it then so do you

Stop crying over nothing, ian lying, I show the truth

Just call up my jack, and imma hit you right back

Imma make you keep asking how I got it like that, just be cool

Calm collective, resolve perspective, let God protect us and I promise it all get better

Thats Six steps ahead of yha, a king, checkmate

Sow my royal oats, Prince Akeem, man death waits for no man or time

So I stand beside

My belief in these streets cause ion plan to die

Im finna drop a music classical

Mashin flows and smashin hoes

Fuckin round with Flash & Quay I swear to God you have to go

Keep it on the hush, its a secret like we passin notes

If you aint worried, why the fuck you niggas askin for

Niggas always askin, why the fuck you not dabbin bro

Ian with that dancin shit, i'm tryna get my cash to flow

Living so Irregular

Plug on my cellular

Niggas tryna jock our vocab but can't spell with us

This is a classic

Two niggas tryna get it on the road

Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so

What happens next, no nigga don't know

This is a classic

Two niggas tryna get it on the road

Now we on a mission tryna get it on our own so

What happens next, no nigga don't know