Troy Ave
Troy Ave - Classic Feel lyrics
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Classic feel Rubber grip or the plastic feel This that Brooklyn shit, this is nothing new This that safety off with that engine on Mercedes Benz, good watch, scene above them all How he got money when he aint have a job in so long? This that hustler shit, that independent grind That nautical sweat suit and white ones gold shine Barbershop twice a week, stay sharp and in shape Aint share it with you, trim your hair, underneath a killer This that first hand shit, Maybach, tinted windows Not gonna rap about it but really seen it from my window This that fine line between jail and my crooks My bedroom at my mama house smelling like coke This that gambling spot, stop that, shooters at Mad showing off with three birds in the backpack Plenty trains on bitches, no names or pictures Trap it low so she brought more things to f**k with us This that half off credit, shit we dont respect We just dead in them if they try to do 60% This that other 40% that minority flow When all the achers sell hearts and only you sell blow No pain, no gain, I profit of cane Give a f**k who we slaying as long as my team remain This that violating, yall will meet your death This that vile cover, nigga, east versus west Classic feel Rubber grip or the plastic feel Classic feel Rubber grip or the plastic feel, nigga Its that motherf**king classic feel Rubber grip or the plastic feel Classic feel And if you get it like me you can tell its for real Now if he say I aint hot I probably f**ked his girl Or did violence to his homies, took em up out this world Bruce Lee sure, only nigga with that glow Yes, we rock it, nigga Im the CEO Most of these other rap niggas? They done seen before MC for all, how the f**k you get my number and all? Over line, this momma loves me, she proud of her kid Used to call me like, The cops here, dont come to the crib! A bad boy, a more gangsta version to shine My city all stay and I aint even get in my prime Still getting that cake, a pill bury snow On the real, f**k your opinion, I made it this far and you broke When I was looking for guidance spread the Bible apart But Exodus 20: 13 didnt shift my heart So I move in silence, all you hear is this pow See a flash fore you pass, a light in the dark What a sight in the chop, yeah, thats DOA I know I look like Im balling but nigga mean, no play Im bout my free, no lay, bags of chips So if you feel on this shit, baby, rub on your tits Classic feel Rubber grip or the plastic feel Classic feel Rubber grip or the plastic feel, nigga Its that motherf**king classic feel Rubber grip or the plastic feel Classic feel And if you get it like me you can tell its for real