Kansas City Classic

[Intro]
Yeah! My homie Info Gates gon' love this! Gather round kids! Hahaha! Uncle Joey tell you a story in this motherfucker!

[Verse 1]
Back when I was burnin' and pressin' up CDs
Freestylin' in the basement with wood and TVs
It was me and Rare Sizzle, we mobbin' to see Niche
And I couldn't see the progress but climbin' like each week
While the nine to five was burning, the ends ain't seemin' to meet
I found I got a lot to learn about truly bein' elite
It's all about the way you earn it when you ain't come from the streets
I'm Kansas City's Meyer Lansky, the family grant me a seat (Yeah)
Don Cooleone, the consigliere, etcetera
I'm the last dude, homie, was wombed in a different era
Used to study Che Guevara, the craft I done tried to master
It's still Kansas City Classics on you dirty fuckin' bastards
Done with being cordial, I tried to reach out to many
But the algorithm's showin' they really ain't fuckin' with me

[Chorus]
Guess I gotta be a gangster to do it or rappin' quickly
Gotta praise the lord, the devil be tryin' to get me
Gotta be more gangster to do it or rappin' quickly (Story time)
Guess I got some more to prove, shit don't make no sense to me
Uh, I guess I gotta be more gangster to do it or rappin' quickly
Gotta praise the lord, the devil be tryin' to get me
Gotta praise the lord, the devil be tryin' to get me
Guess I got some more to prove

[Verse 2]
Haha! Watch this!
I know that you with circumference, y'all niggas know who I run with
It ain't a question 'bout what I bring, a hundred percent what you gon' get
I ain't got time for the dumb shit, too busy levelin' up shit
Fuck about how big a buzz get, I really ain't nothin' to fuck with
Coolie someone that you stuck with, beat in here gettin' its ass kicked
Boxes of Teremana from The Rock, which one of y'all could say that shit?
Which one of y'all was on Face Off? Say you ain't heard I was snappin'
Niggas ain't takin' no days off, at it, I'm totally active
Not even mad, I'm through bein' passive
And there's a chip over here gettin' massive
You tryna book me, it's gon' be expensive
Popular nigga, you got me aggressive
Boujee and bad and I am excessive
Look where I made it and that was impressive
Look at the numbers, we doin' the flexin'
I don't wanna hear nothin' about the collective
I'ma keep on what I'm doin', alright?
Whenever you do what you tellin' me
Took it when I caught a felony
How to be player, no Bellamy
I'll be this way 'til I'm seventy, I done seen envy and jealousy
Hope you could follow the melody, steadily, oh, smellin' me?

[Chorus]
Guess I gotta be a gangster to do it or rappin' quickly
Gotta praise the lord, the devil be tryin' to get me
Gotta be more gangster to do it or rappin' quickly
Guess I got some more to prove, shit don't make no sense to me
I guess I gotta be more gangster to do it or rappin' quickly
Gotta praise the lord, the devil be tryin' to get me
Gotta praise the lord, the devil be tryin' to get me
Guess I got some more to prove
Y'all know what this is