Classic '04 Video (MV)

Yea, let's go
Yea On my Biggie Shi, yea uh uh Yea Uh
And f*ck all you hoes, A Classic born in 04
I don't need hella ice to show these niggas That I'm snowborn
I be jumping outta planes and getting paid Cause I'm Airborne
They really like my lingo and my grammar Say I'm Shaper than a thorn
And they really like my drip, I rock the sandals F*ck them Jordans
Clean nigga like I'm choring
Jalen Hurts I be Soaring
And I rather drive a beater with good credit F*ck a foreign
I got a mom and a dad but came up like a Orphan
See i really been that nigga, never been up for Discussion
This like boys in the hood if I see Ricky then I'm bussin
Ima sly cat, yea I get the bread but never Buffin
I got notes like im Steve they'll never see me Coming
If she wanna face me, get the Bull Andre Drummond
She gon come back like a Spirit if she being F*cking summoned
Yea, Uh
Let's go
They don't want story just a culprit, and it's Catching eyes
Back to plotting against the nigga but in the Mastermind
And I only got one tool, bet his body will be Aligned
She a petulant darkskin woman with the evil Eyes
Yo bitch a home wrecker and we chopped it Up about the redesign, yea
It's a new year so f*ck you niggas that I leave Behind
All you old hoes y'all pussy trash but jus keep On trying
I travel round the world I get placid bout the Food arriving
She gon pop a pill, I hope it's only for her iron
And then they better come correct cause my Name is not Orrion
Yea she know I'm the one in her Mills like I'm Zion
Yea I'm really having motion come to me about Supplying
Yea I'm really having Motion Ima make these Niggas seasick
She playing with her pussy in the Stu like a Remix
I'm spitting hot shi even dragons couldn't Breathe it
Ima young classic born in 04 just believe it
Yea, let's go
Uh uh uh
Wanna get to know my name but it's Forbidden like a fruit
This rap game really a poem so ima "Whisper You the Truth"
You a cat with 8 lives I got acquitted like I'm Juice
Ima really have em stuck like it's some Muf*ckin Mousse
I send em to the frontlines with ARs my Shooter 15
I walk down on a nigga he looking both ways Like a split screen
They tryna bite my style, now you foaming out The mouth like some whipped cream
They love to say I'm sassy but Shut the f*ck up Cause bitch please
If she holding her tongue she'll be on Broadway selling big dreams
I'm pumping up yo momma and Ian talking about no protein
I give my problems to God cause yall niggas Ain't no philistines
I'm living everyday life and they say that shit is Goat things
I'm taking 3-1 leads bet these hoes be choking
Career ending nigga 22 like they Joakim
They tryna come back and they greedy like Some dope feins
Ima real classic win the race without a trophy