Текст песни Classic - T-Rell from da Zel

Who gone get the love
That I shoulda had got
You ain't put no work in
Why your hand in the pot
I wrote o raps all day
Until they told me to stop
They told me it was useless
the studio was stupid
Workin' 9-5, shit
That's how you gone survive
Why you having dreams
Million-dollar schemes
Keep doin' this music
What you gone achieve
You act just like your brother
Why you act like Sleeze
Tuned it out and thought about
All I could achieve
I come from a hood
Where niggas barely
Get to leave
And if you choose to stay
It just might be your day
My niggas, they was hatin
My bitch was Throwin shade
And I ain't even mad,
I get more love than hate
And niggas do not like me
Cause I call out the fake
Real niggas sermon, Pastor T.D Jakes
You'll always be a broke nigga
If you act afraid

I don't get the love
That I should be receiving
When I moved to California,
I was reppin East Cleveland
I get love in the Bay,
Yeah, I love where I stay
What I did for the Zel
What I did for the H
And I never turn my back
Or forget where I came
A lot of niggas broke,
All they do is complain
I'd rather eat five stars
Then just hop on a plane
And I don't get the love
For what I brought to the game
These niggas act
Like they forgot,
And yeah, I did a lot
Made songs with DSR,
I really set the bar
Have you ever been to Hollywood
I'm waitin' on a star
Me and Reese at BET,
And no, I wasn't recently
Nigga did it way before,
Nigga, what you hatin'
Shoppin' at Rodeo Drive,
Maywood at the cookie store
L.A. at the Rams game,
L.A. at the Super Bowl
But you niggas hate on me
All you niggas pitiful

And you know
It's a house of reps life
I've been doin' this shit
And we gon' keep doin' this shit
We gon' keep it going man
Makin' these hits
Makin' these classics