[Verse: Chris Classic]
Uh, this is what confidence looks like
You east array, insecure n***as don't look right
Pull up and they face drop
Same way when the bass drop
No need to name drop my bid and a fade top
The Clive Christian make wives listen, they eyes glisten
They thighs lift in the sky, now that's divine pimpin'
Sacrilegious Jehovah did it, witness my skill
I ask forgiveness for rapping with this unconscious feel
They killed Jason Manziel before I signed my deal
And so I find I'm more incline to decline one still
Ya little boys bragging with your pants sagging
Who's next in line for the fuckboy bandwagon
Now before you try to make this young and old shit
I ain't worried bout your age, can you flow bitch
Ain't no future following Future, he got a future
You still lowkey hope you get on if somebody shoot you
Don't come around me with that golden heir astigmatism
You got that lean in and then you deem that it's an exorcism
Freestyling ain't off your the phone, it's off your dome
Who you thought wasn't an heir of who was on the throne
I ain't a gate keeper rapper like Jermaine mentioned
They always claim they for the coach or they just crave attention
I love the trap n***as, I just want them to diversify
Cause right now they wouldn't be able to write a verse on mine
I ain't boom-bap or 90's or none of that shit
I just enunciate my words and have fun with that shit
A lot of y'all ain't had fathers that'll bother with shit
So that's why every conversation's a problem and shit
I ain't stepping on your toes, dog, I just love ya
And once you leave a legacy that'll care for your mother
A couple stock options, properties with others
Then maybe we can do a joint
Sincerely, Big Brother

[Outro: Chris Classic]
Yeah
Chris Classic
Almost forgot
I owed y'all n***as 10 joints, didn't I
Be on the way