Classic - Emilio Rojas

Hat all on my head, I-Phone on my side

Bad hoe in my bed, '85 that I drive

I’m in the dealership daily, them workers know me there

Them saleswomen, they kissin' me, boy, they loathe me there

I’m scared of death and commitment, yeah, that’s my only fear

I can’t stick with nothin', not long enough to just grow a beard

A lot who owe me but fuck it, we never talkin' boy

Better of me to cut my losses 'cause the conversation cost more

All raw, three wall crib and they got them all new hard floors

A modern pharaoh, my tomb would need a garage door

New York in my blood, your girlfriend in my car

So many pounds in my jeans, it’s like your queen suckin' my balls

My team brushing 'em off, we don’t wanna be bothered

We be rollin' around the city with some chicks who need they fathers

We ridin' yeah, we ridin', gettin' everything provided for

My people smokin' till they eyes are sore

Let 'em know, yeah 'cause everything we touch is classic

We money hungry, only paper will satisfy us

Expensive taste and your bank account’s like an appetizer

You askin' why your baby see me like a pacifier?

She ain’t always drinkin' and suckin' on me, her ass is cryin'

I can’t deny, my life is a blur

I live that high life in the dirt

We stayin' high, lightin' the purp

My squad tight with that work but they jobs ain’t go no benefits

Left, they always pitchin', I return and someone sniffin' it

It’s like they wasn’t listenin' to shit Big said

Never, never get high on your own supply, fuck it

I’m in the public and livin' a movie scene

My regrets are worth more than your dreams

Move fast y’all, we got cash y’all

We want I-Pads on our dashboards

Get it poppin', you never coppin'

You window shop at the Mac store

My women shop at the Mac store

They get anything that they need

Yeah and that’s the way it’s gonna be, yeah, yeah

Everything we touch is classic, 58 motherfuckin' 5 baby

I’m tryna tell ya, yeah, everything we touch is classic