Nana Kwabena - Cla**ic Man lyrics

[Verse: Chip] I'm a good guy, why these n***as wanna k** me? I love my own bars, I don't give a f** if you feel me There was wine at the last supper, drinking don't k** me I've got weed, alcohol and the holy spirit in me Always ask me where I'm going, I don't know but I'm spazzing I do rap, I do grime, I've got tekkers, I can balance Yo, miss me with the muscle man ting, I can't stand it Lyrically I will shake the protein out these rappers Look, n***as get the sports confused, I can't stand it This is rapping, this ain't benching, raise the bar, you won't balance Cla**ic man, I don't copycat, I can't stand 'em If you ain't from Atlanta and you rapping, why you dabbing? Ayy, I just say the things everybody's shook to say And if you don't like the truth, I guess you won't like my tape Turn me off, I don't care, ten years, still here One pen, no fear, let's get one ting clear [Hook] I'm a cla**ic man You can be mean when you look this clean I'm a cla**ic man Calling on me like a young OG I'm a cla**ic man Your needs get met by the street, elegant Old fashioned man Yeah baby, I'm a cla**ic man I burn through- [Break: Chip] Ayy, I beg you play my favourite part of the song please, fam Yeah, that part [Pre-Hook] Even if she go away, even if she go away Even if she go away, even if she go away [Hook] I'm a cla**ic man You can be mean when you look this clean I'm a cla**ic man Calling on me like a young OG I'm a cla**ic man...