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arshad goods - classic (ft. tino) lyrics

[verse 1: tino]
whoops here goes another one
slip of the tongue
something hot on the wax
light up a room we know i can do that
l!ckity split
see clock was ticking and tocking yester-year
you missed it
tried to get you to listen, right?
you must’ve left your ears
my left ear missing, tino da vinci, code the flow
the message there
but
it’s kind of blurred so
you gotta tilt your head
yeah there it go, dig?
see i’m just brushing strokes
now have i ever bullsh-tted?
know i’m busting moves
it’s the movement
upset yet to be bested
best to invest in some chest protection
flex without stretching, you’ll rec a pec
you a pest play chess not checkers with tracks
get you a trash bag
n-ggas rap more than half bad
how the h-ll could we have battle
i’ll quick and fast yoshimitsu slash slikit
slit yo -ss in half and add the backslap to that
it’s rap, i don’t half -ss that’s a fact
better ask someone
and i blow more tree than i need to
and it’s sad as f-ck
does it look like i care? bruh..
i’ll holla at you n-gga let me get sh-t done
i do more than most of them days that i don’t do nothing

[hook: tino & arshad goods]
[tino]
i’m a hustler buddy
my customers love me
when i be up in the kitchen whipping a brick of that crack
this that dope
this that smack
this that c0ke
this that backtrap sh-t
now run that back, sh-t
n-gga that’s a cl-ssic
[arshad goods]
yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
that’s a cl-ssic [repeat 3x]

[verse 2: arshad goods]
i swear i hate advice more than i hate a hater
swore i was a rapper dawg and not a waiter
keep them tips bruh
i’m the greatest
f-ck yo favorites
let’s
end that debating
black man with wavy hair came back and became the savior
statement
don’t hate the truth
cause i paid dues
since grade school
learned aim-shoot
it’s lives at stake
knives in face
lines and tape
lies that the break hearts
time can wait
i rise and bake
and write what’s on my mind today
no f-cks what’s you saying
i ain’t deal cards i just placed the bets
i played my part but i ain’t write the script
i might’ve smoked but ain’t light that spliff
ain’t life a b-tch
that hit harder than tyson’s fists
i might just flip
writing sh-t
need vicodin when i write with pens
nights with them
i’m something like a pimp
you should take a picture, it’ll last longer
chicks getting dial tones
i’m dow jones accountants
what does it amount to?
probably a couple thousand
but if practice makes perfect
well now i perfect that outcome
cl-ssic

[hook]

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