Print

I'm a good guy, why these niggas wanna kill me? I love my own bars, I don't give a fuck if you feel me There was wine at the last supper, drinking don't kill me I've got weed, alcohol and the holy spirit in me Always ask me where I'm going, I don't know but I'm spazzing I do rap, I do grime, I've got tekkers, I can balance Yo, miss me with the muscle man ting, I can't stand it Lyrically I will shake the protein out these rappers Look, niggas get the sports confused, I can't stand it This is rapping, this ain't benching, raise the bar, you won't balance Classic man, I don't copycat, I can't stand 'em If you ain't from Atlanta and you rapping, why you dabbing? Ayy, I just say the things everybody's shook to say And if you don't like the truth, I guess you won't like my tape Turn me off, I don't care, ten years, still here One pen, no fear, let's get one ting clear I'm a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean I'm a classic man Calling on me like a young OG I'm a classic man Your needs get met by the street, elegant Old fashioned man Yeah baby, I'm a classic man I burn through- Songtexte Ayy, I beg you play my favourite part of the song please, fam Yeah, that part Even if she go away, even if she go away Even if she go away, even if she go away I'm a classic man You can be mean when you look this clean I'm a classic man Calling on me like a young OG I'm a classic man... Aus Songtexte Mania