Classified
Текст песни That Ain’t Classy

You want it, you need it,I got it
Cause this is how it's goin' down
You want it, you need it, I got it

They call me Mr. Negativity, call it how I see
Yes I'm back in the vicinity bringing what you need
Plus all of the amenities,
Not what you consider thee,
Running the mill, running the drill, none of it's real, celebrity
Oh no no, I dont let any of it get to me
I am more mystery, mentally and physically
Yea I seen the bright lights ever so vividly
Partied with the star types and mingled with the industry
But geez
We don't need another hero
I relate to real people not these self centered weirdo's
Flamboyant wannabe oh so flashy
If you ask me, that really isn't classy
You'll never see me with my sun glasses on in the club
Dancing on a table to my own song getting buzzed
And you'll never see me with a couple bottles of Cris
Trying to pick up on a chick, like bitch you want this, that ain't classy

The radio's playing my song and I got a record label that's putting me on
But I still stay classy
Still stay classy
Still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do, and
If you're not relating, it's hard not to hate him
Don't care what they sayin I ain't changing,
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy

Oh hey yo

My daily insecurities, got me locked down
Like I'm sitting in security, getting locked down
And it never did occurr to me, if presented perfectly verbally
My uncertainties, could turn into my currency,
And you'll never see my shirt wide open
With the chest hair blowing in the wind, I know it
And you'll never see me lose it
Trying to justify my music
At award shows cause I didn't win, I know it
I'm adamant I won't become extravagant
Cause yo my management and the guys I travel with they aint' having it
I am just an average man
Who happened to have a plan
Never had to front on who I am to attract a fan
And don't be mad, cause I never pop bottles
I don't waste for money I save my money returning pop bottles
Don't hate, wait
I ain't trying to say, I'm trying to get paid
I'm trying to work, and earn the money I make that's classy

The radio's playing my song and I got a record label that's putting me on
But I still stay classy
Still stay classy
Still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do, and
If you're not relating, it's hard not to hate him
Don't care what they sayin I ain't changing,
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy

You want it you need it I got it you want you need it I got it

Yeah now
I'm the one making many beats, pumpin' in the trunk
I'm the one smoking plenty tree's, puffin in the club
I'm the one getting loose, Friday night having fun
Spilling drinks on the wifey when I'm a little drunk, that's classy
I guess I'm the ultimatum
In a genre where i'm often hated cause they not relating
And I don't feel offended, everyone can say their piece
I just really hate pretending so, all you get is me
That's classy

The radio's playing my song and I got a record label that's putting me on
But I still stay classy
Still stay classy
Still stay classy, I'm a do what I gotta do, and
If you're not relating, it's hard not to hate him
Don't care what they sayin I ain't changing,
That ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy, that ain't classy

You want it you need it I got it
You want you need it I got it.