Drip lyrics - Classified

Maybe it's you, maybe it's me

Maybe the whole world knows it, wait and we'll see

Look and I feel like a million bucks, playing for keeps

Today is the oldest we've ever been and the youngest we'll ever be

Forever be, fresh

Don't need no queen of my castle

I'm still king of the dad jokes

No, I'm not a Picasso

More like William Sasso

OK, I'll start from the origins

Back when I started performing

They'd rip me up like carpeted flooring

Now I kill 'em and harvest their organs

I was raised with different values

Hiding in different shadows

Don't bite the forbidden apple

Or lie in a Christian chapel

We're fighting in different battles

So keep your opinion in your asshole

Got 'em hooked up, line and sinker

'Cause I came up on fishing mackerel

I ain't the one

That you people should bet against

Whether I'm in it or out of my element

I am official, will always be relevant

I'm always working but not overselling, no

I'll give 'em the benefit. Don't ever question or test my intelligence

Yes, I'm a gentleman

Came from the dirt but grew up so elegant

Look at the evidence, bro

And don't belittle me, I did the work you didn't do diddly

I never needed that negative energy anywhere close to my vicinity

I have no sympathy for an enemy going to war

Like out in the Middle East

Telling you tales, picture it Sicily

You want the truth, why don't you get at me now

Maybe it's you, maybe it's me

Maybe the whole world knows it, wait and we'll see

Look and I feel like a million bucks, playing for keeps

Today is the oldest we've ever been and the youngest we'll ever be

Forever be, fresh

They got me praying for the

Sinners and beginners

Cheapskates and the tippers, don't care what you're considered

A hick or a city slicker

But kid, do I deliver

Sketching these vivid pictures

And broadcasting live through radio transmitters

I was raised with different values

Hiding in different shadows

Don't bite the forbidden apple

Or lie in a Christian chapel

We're fighting in different battles

So keep your opinion in your asshole

Got 'em hooked up, line and sinker

'Cause I came up on fishing mackerel

Now I scuba in Bermuda, shooting barracudas

Blowing Buddha supas through the hookah

Ain't no crew cooler

We're rolling through with a group of cougars

Luke is too much

Get the music cued up

Recognize the sarcasm

And note the crude humor

Now give me a second to catch my breath

Shaking the rump like Rex in effect

Then disappearing like etch-a-sketch

I'm getting vocal with my feelings

I don't do the texting sex

I'm old school, I need to feel it

Give me that little flesh on flesh 'cause

Maybe it's you, maybe it's me

Maybe the whole world knows it, wait and we'll see

Look and I feel like a million bucks, playing for keeps

Today is the oldest we've ever been and the youngest we'll ever be

Forever be, fresh