Lyrics Classy - PhorHead

Yuh, ay, yuh
I'm on my classy shit
Huh?
You best be using your manners young man or you're gonna see damages
Oh my god
And please do not speak while I'm rapping, that's rude man
Please don't throw a hissy fit
That's rude
You know when I'm up on the track when I spit all you're hearing is sass and whit
Pinkys in the air when I rap 'cause you know that my glass is all filled with drip
What?
I'll fix my bowtie and walk in the room like I'm mo fuckin' Jamison Bond, huh
I spy with my little eye bunch of dummies who don't know what drugs they're on, huh
Talking their smack but as soon as I get on a track all thug, they're gone, yuh
Man, I'm on my classy shit and if you disagree, you're wrong

Yeah I'm on my classiest business
From the normie folk, I must be distanced
To be just like me they're all wishin'
Tom Cruise, that's an impossible mission, uh
They spit out their tea when they listenin'
"Oh, my lord! He's so good! Who is this kid?"
In their playlists, my songs are the linchpins
They all beg for my album for Christmas, uh
Yeah my beats are an orchestra
They listen from Canada to Arkansas
They want to make this into a rock opera
If they did it would turn to a bonfire
I fire shots like the Taliban
My whole dang life's a black-tie event
My racks are stacked like an elephant
Spend it all on pop for the hell of it, yuh
I'm about to be the type of guy that buys out Pepsi co. so I can drink free Mountain Dew
Skill of an adult up on the mic
I'll bet they think that I bathe inside the fountain of youth, huh
I dissed a wealthy rapper and he died
And I stood by just so I could pick up a pound of loot, huh
They all wanna know the answers but I only tell 'em when it's over, guess I'm a Kahoot
Don't need a monocle, but I wear one
Wrinkle my clothes and you 'bouta get jumped
How does he do it? I leave them stumped
Must be a magnet; these coins come in clumps
Krump like Marge, shows gotta charge large
Know way more than I should, Narduar
I go to Masa, order water
Sounding like Spongebob saying "tartar!"

I'm on my classy shit
Huh?
You best be using your manners young man or you're gonna see damages
Oh my god
And please do not speak while I'm rapping
That's rude man, please don't throw a hissy fit
That's rude
You know when I'm up on the track when I spit all you're hearing is sass and whit
Pinkys in the air when I rap 'cause you know that my glass is all filled with drip
What?
I'll fix my bowtie and walk in the room like I'm mo fuckin' Jamison Bond, huh
I spy with my little eye bunch of dummies who don't know what drugs they're on, huh
Talking their smack but as soon as I get on a track all thug, they're gone, yuh
Man, I'm on my classy shit and if you disagree, you're wrong

Why you gotta hate it, it's not complicated
I'm just tryna get up on the mic and spit a couple statements
All you rappers sound so basic, that's an understatement
Every single track is overpriced, it must be sold at Staples with the cords and cables
Never underestimate me just 'cause I don't medicate
I do be poppin' chill pills every now and then to meditate
I'm breaking down that fourth wall 'cause I like the meta state of mind
I break the spine of any other guy who tryna waste my time
Maybe try and slow it down a notch
Gut punches were moving down to crotch
You're not classy just because your watch is pricy, because your persona's not posh
Tosh.0 would laugh at your whole life
Wash your clothes, you really smell quite ripe
Maybe that's the point, your tracks too smell like shiet
Don't think I could blow that hard with a fife
We don't see eye to eye, my class is far too high
Don't think it's possible for you to spit whiter rhymes
Pull out my diamond knife
Freeze up like carbonite
They say I make looney tunes, so please hold my dynamite
I can't find your talent, must've found a hiding place
Or did you lie about having it in the first place
Perhaps it's simply hiding in a hearse
cased in a coffin where it passes down to the worst place
Should I be talking to the second or first face?
There's so many up there, like your birthplace
Quit thinking with your pecker, bird brain
Just go back inside your word cage and be plain
I am the best you can't contest, yuh
Top of the world from east to west, yuh
Can not come down, I'm just obsessed, yuh
With my own vibes, the classiest