Feat. Kendrick Lamar


I’m the only nigga doin’ that you’re others niggas ruin 
And I’m too logical hammer with the foolish, 
This my nana, say my grandma that I can lose this shit now 
In the street until I’m stupid rich and now I’m stupid rich, ah 
Assume that this is what they humorist to pop a bottle 
And fly on my new shit in fact the rumor is the way I prove this 

(Hook)
I’m a classic man, you can be me when I look this clean 
I’mma classic man 
Callin’ on me like a young OG 
 I’mma classic man 
Your knees get melt by the street 
I will get old fashion man 
Yeah baby I’mma classic man

(Verse) 
I burn throw the hood like ooh 
When everybody put it so cold 
I cool right back and get cold 
And niggas get a bit of my glow 
I got charm like I become a motherfucker 
And now you’re fuckin’ with the wrong motherfucker 
JB like a dog motherfucker 
And we don’t live by the law motherfucker
Even if she go away x 4 
 
(Hook)

(Verse)
Is on my mamma dog, I got Paraná flow 
Fuckin’ up your design floor 
Casket man, will be your rappers and ain’t go, 
But you subliminal bitches, I rather figure and bang some more 
Get more saber, afraid ain’t no body chop me 
Catch your body over and couldn’t even stop it 
I got key to my city, I got key to California 
I’mma lead you and homicide you more Marijuana 
 Let my daddy smoke some weed 
Only thing to keep on feeling 
I ain’t got no jury on me 
Bitch I got the jury in me 
Ooh shit, let me talk my shit 
I always be a shit, is over night, they let me now like they made it in 
I know what I like, I eat the pussy for nourishment 
I know how to cherish it, I know how to decorate,
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I’mma burn your shit down 
This is what the ferns is 
I’mma turn your shit around 
With some feelings, ain’t no nerves in 
Like I’m ratchin’ more conserver and that affirmative
All I do is layup and face up 
My big abuse and paced up 
Got new jill for fake ones 
They say that 

(Hook)

(Verse)
Keeps my gloves dirty but my hands clean 
Gotta keep the business in the family 
Grand when I’m fillin’ up the pantry 
Now my niggas slam K like a dandy 
I tell you how to go, you pull up rop some banz 
I pull up an envelope 
The ladies on my elbow, ain’t for the show 
Everybody, never mind I’m with my team , 
There’s on top of the road 
Gotta be ready for war, war 
Shoulda get in to my door, door 
Get it, we’ll get ‘em, I know we will get ‘em 
Cuz I lived throw this shit and more 

(Hook)