(Verse 1) I'm in the game, bringing that classy trap my style, spitting rhymes that'll make 'em snap Flow so smooth, like a glass of fine cognac Repping the streets, where the real ones adapt I'm a poet with a pen, my words cut deep Speaking truth, while others sleep, I'm wide awake In the midst of chaos, my mind stays at peace Educated hustler, making moves, never weak Raised in the struggle, but I found my way out Now I'm grinding hard, no time for any doubt 144 BPM, I'm on the fast track Classy trap, bringing heat, ain't no turning back (Verse 2) They say I'm old school, but I'm still relevant spirit in me, my flow heaven-sent I paint pictures with my words, a lyrical artist Spitting fire on the mic, leaving tracks demolished I'm the voice of the streets, the people's advocate Shedding light on the darkness, exposing the counterfeit Classy trap, a fusion of elegance and grit Taking over the game, ain't no stopping this hit I walk with the legends, carrying their torch legacy lives on, I hold it with force 16 bars of truth, I'm bringing the real rap Classy trap, 144 BPM, ain't no turning back or(Verse 1) I'm the realest in the game, they call me classy trap Riding in my Cadillac, always strapped with a strap No need for flashy chains, my style is understated But when it comes to rhymes, I leave 'em all obliterated I'm a lyrical genius, spitting fire on the mic reincarnated, bringing back that old hype 144 BPM, I'm flowing at a fast pace Leaving all these other rappers in a total daze (Verse 2) I stay true to the game, never switch up my style here to reconcile My words are my weapon, my verses are my ammo I'm leaving my mark, like a modern-day Rambo I'm a legend in the making, they can't hold me back Classy trap, that's my lane, I stay on track I'm spitting truth, shedding light on the dark spirit lives on in this hip-hop art (Verse 1) I'm in the game, bringing that classy trap style, spitting rhymes that'll make 'em snap Flow so smooth, like a glass of fine cognac Repping the streets, where the real ones adapt I'm a poet with a pen, my words cut deep Speaking truth, while others sleep, I'm wide awake In the midst of chaos, my mind stays at peace Educated hustler, making moves, never weak Raised in the struggle, but I found my way out Now I'm grinding hard, no time for any doubt 144 BPM, I'm on the fast track Classy trap, bringing heat, ain't no turning back (Verse 2) They say I'm old school, but I'm still relevant spirit in me, my flow heaven-sent I paint pictures with my words, a lyrical artist Spitting fire on the mic, leaving tracks demolished I'm the voice of the streets, the people's advocate Shedding light on the darkness, exposing the counterfeit Classy trap, a fusion of elegance and grit Taking over the game, ain't no stopping this hit I walk with the legends, carrying their torch legacy lives on, I hold it with force 16 bars of truth, I'm bringing the real rap Classy trap, 144 BPM, ain't no turning back or(Verse 1) I'm the realest in the game, they call me classy trap Riding in my Cadillac, always strapped with a strap No need for flashy chains, my style is understated But when it comes to rhymes, I leave 'em all obliterated I'm a lyrical genius, spitting fire on the mic reincarnated, bringing back that old hype 144 BPM, I'm flowing at a fast pace Leaving all these other rappers in a total daze (Verse 2) I stay true to the game, never switch up my style I'm here to reconcile My words are my weapon, my verses are my ammo I'm leaving my mark, like a modern-day Rambo I'm a legend in the making, they can't hold me back Classy trap, that's my lane, I stay on track I'm spitting truth, shedding light on the dark spirit lives on in this hip-hop art or or