Arshad Goods - Cla**ic (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 Lickity 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**ted? 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***as rap more than half bad How the hell could we have battle I'll quick and fast Yoshimitsu slash slikit Slit yo a** in half and add the backslap to that It's rap, I don't half a** that's a fact Better ask someone And I blow more tree than I need to And it's sad as f** Does it look like I care? Bruh.. I'll holla at you n***a let me get sh** 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 coke This that BackTrap sh** Now run that back, sh** n***a that's a cla**ic [Arshad Goods] Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah That's a cla**ic [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** 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**s 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**h That hit harder than Tyson's fists I might just flip Writing sh** 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 Cla**ic [Hook]