Classic lyrics

by

Vince Staples


What it is, Young Sam

[Chorus: Traffic]
Ain't nothing like the old sh*t
Ain't nothing like the old school
I ain't nothing like this new sh*t
I ain't nothing like, y'all
b*tch, I'm classic, yeah classic
Ain't nothing like the old sh*t
Ain't nothing like the old days
I ain't nothing like this new sh*t
I ain't nothing like you new n*ggas
Classic, nah, classic, yeah!

[Verse 1: Traffic]
I'm first up (it's me, n*gga), on the M-I-C
b*tch its Traffic, everything I spit be classic
Somethin' like coke, I need to post up by the store
Woke, early in the mornin', late nights until its gone
Just a little n*gga bad as f*ck, I was on
Pops wasn't there, moms was rarely home
'Cause she was too busy workin', had ten kids at home
[?]
While moms workin', I was in the streets gone
Thinkin' I was grown
Started gang-bangin', gang signs with the chrome
Fresh out the pen and now I'm known around the globe
f*ckin' all the b*tches and I'm killin' all the shows
Just in case you didn't know, I'm the n*gga with the flow
Call me Bruce LeRoy, n*gga I got the glow
[?]
Still will serve a n*gga when a n*gga gettin' low
Knock, knock, guaranteed to [?] your pizza at your door
[Chorus: Traffic]
Ain't nothing like the old sh*t
Ain't nothing like the old school
I ain't nothing like this new sh*t
I ain't nothing like, y'all
b*tch, I'm classic, yeah classic
Ain't nothing like the old sh*t
Ain't nothing like the old days
I ain't nothing like this new sh*t
I ain't nothing like you new n*ggas
Classic, nah, classic, yeah!

[Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q]
From being a square to squarin' you pears
You fruit cakes scared to face-to-face
Number to erase, groovy-ass [?]
Pull my hammer out from under, watch it st-, st- studder
The ace baby, [?]
At 52nd, ain't learn nothin' at John Muir hustlin'
A real n*gga, snatch Hilfiger, the flirts remember
Get blindsided, we all violence, n*gga
Traffic said his pop wasn't home but at least you knew him
Remember when he stole my bike, well I shoulda [?] him
But rest in peace to Big [?], he was a legend
Taught us what to be and not to be, it was a blessin'
My single mother worked too hard to break the agreements up
So I keep my chucks in the set and my head in Venus, ugh
Posted on the block every day but I kept dreamin', ugh
Took my homies out the State to Europe to see it, ugh
Day ones, same n*ggas, same figures, ugh
Car, got it, robotic, two-seaters, ugh
I know this where the hook s'posed to be but this sh*t is easy
Gang tats i know the cops hate that i became a baller, ugh
Moses split the sea while I moonwalked over water, ugh
Cross me once and I'm back like Jesus, my god
n*ggas go from talkin' a storm to layin' stiff, ugh
Wrapped you up but somehow I'm the gift?
What? n*gga, classic
[Chorus: Traffic]
Ain't nothing like the old sh*t
Ain't nothing like the old school
I ain't nothing like this new sh*t
I ain't nothing like, ya'll
b*tch, I'm classic, yeah classic
Ain't nothing like the old sh*t
Ain't nothing like the old days
I ain't nothing like this new sh*t
I ain't nothing like you new n*ggas
Classic, nah, classic, yeah!
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