AK - Classic lyrics
AK [Austin Kassabian]
[AK - Classic lyrics]
Ahem ayy
This is a classic, ayy
I've been in my bag, been in
My bag, been in my bag, been in my bag
This is a classic, ayy
Jersey on my bag, get to my
Bag, get to my bag, get to my bag
Gotta be classy
Something bout the way this goes
Make it feel some type of way
Cause it be speaking to they souls
This is a classic
Sick of fighting with you bums, work my craft
As long as momma likes this song
This is a classic
I've been on a new wave, no hit, classic
Going on for two days, floating, magic
Sage lit
Got the bass hitting and I'm tapped in
Tryna change the world
This the bullshit before you step in
I let you be the judge
I get plenty in the tank
Give the music to the world and
Hope the jury gets me paid
This ain't for me
I'm bring Jersey when I break
Just because I had this flow
Leaving frozen like Russian banks
This ironic
All the doors they slammed on me I record it
Turn them into snares for beats that makes
The songs that take me over
Talk about a plot twist, fuck the fame
You can't hang that over my head, I'm just
Here to bring realness to what you spoiled
Damn
And I ain't saying that we perfect
But we damn close, I must say
And let em' tell us we ain't worth shit
(Why?)
Cause they gon' hear this beat like, yooo!
This is a classic, ayy
I've been in my bag, been in
My bag, been in my bag, been in my bag
This is a classic, ayy
Jersey on my bag, get to my
Bag, get to my bag, get to my bag
Gotta be classy
Something bout the way this goes
Make it feel some type of way
Cause it be speaking to they souls
This is a classic
Sick of fighting with you bums, work my craft
As long as momma likes this song
This is a classic
Senior year of high school
I was sitting front of class
Walked up to my math teacher
Told him I'ma miss the next
Couple days of school
I'm flying to LA because my raps
Make a face like I was joking in
Of the whole class can hear him
Laughing, why he said, "You better
Hope this pays the bills, though"
Sounds like someone had a dream they
Never chased and still cold to be honest
Those the types of people I don't feel for
I just think he mad his wife
Gets more pleasure from the dildo
I don't care about a goddamn thing
You ain't shit watch for when I cop the
Droptop range and lane switch
And I ain't saying this the reason that
This chip sit on my shoulder
But he showed me how it looks
When you quit before it's over
Used to break my soul
I just played the bluff
Having you thinking I fold
I got so much left to do, just get money
Talk to dudes and I might leave the stu' and
Tell my family that we cool (Ayy)
This is a classic, ayy
I've been in my bag, been in
My bag, been in my bag, been in my bag
This is a classic, ayy
Jersey on my bag, get to my
Bag, get to my bag, get to my bag
Gotta be classy
Something bout the way this goes
Make it feel some type of way
Cause it be speaking to they souls
This is a classic
Sick of fighting with you bums, work my craft
As long as momma likes this song
This is a classic
This is a classic, ayy
I've been in my bag, been in
My bag, been in my bag, been in my bag
This is a classic, ayy
Jersey on my bag, get to my
Bag, get to my bag, get to my bag
Gotta be classy
Something bout the way this goes
Make it feel some type of way
Cause it be speaking to they souls
This is a classic
Sick of fighting with you bums, work my craft
As long as momma likes this song
This is a classic
I've been on a new wave, no hit, classic
Going on for two days, floating, magic
Sage lit
Got the bass hitting and I'm tapped in
Tryna change the world
This the bullshit before you step in
I let you be the judge
I get plenty in the tank
Give the music to the world and
Hope the jury gets me paid
This ain't for me
I'm bring Jersey when I break
Just because I had this flow
Leaving frozen like Russian banks
This ironic
All the doors they slammed on me I record it
Turn them into snares for beats that makes
The songs that take me over
Talk about a plot twist, fuck the fame
You can't hang that over my head, I'm just
Here to bring realness to what you spoiled
Damn
And I ain't saying that we perfect
But we damn close, I must say
And let em' tell us we ain't worth shit
(Why?)
Cause they gon' hear this beat like, yooo!
This is a classic, ayy
I've been in my bag, been in
My bag, been in my bag, been in my bag
This is a classic, ayy
Jersey on my bag, get to my
Bag, get to my bag, get to my bag
Gotta be classy
Something bout the way this goes
Make it feel some type of way
Cause it be speaking to they souls
This is a classic
Sick of fighting with you bums, work my craft
As long as momma likes this song
This is a classic
Senior year of high school
I was sitting front of class
Walked up to my math teacher
Told him I'ma miss the next
Couple days of school
I'm flying to LA because my raps
Make a face like I was joking in
Of the whole class can hear him
Laughing, why he said, "You better
Hope this pays the bills, though"
Sounds like someone had a dream they
Never chased and still cold to be honest
Those the types of people I don't feel for
I just think he mad his wife
Gets more pleasure from the dildo
I don't care about a goddamn thing
You ain't shit watch for when I cop the
Droptop range and lane switch
And I ain't saying this the reason that
This chip sit on my shoulder
But he showed me how it looks
When you quit before it's over
Used to break my soul
I just played the bluff
Having you thinking I fold
I got so much left to do, just get money
Talk to dudes and I might leave the stu' and
Tell my family that we cool (Ayy)
This is a classic, ayy
I've been in my bag, been in
My bag, been in my bag, been in my bag
This is a classic, ayy
Jersey on my bag, get to my
Bag, get to my bag, get to my bag
Gotta be classy
Something bout the way this goes
Make it feel some type of way
Cause it be speaking to they souls
This is a classic
Sick of fighting with you bums, work my craft
As long as momma likes this song
This is a classic