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Nappy 2 Classy Video (MV)




Performed By: Young Diesel
Language: English
Length: 2:02
Written by: Skyler Davis




Young Diesel - Nappy 2 Classy Lyrics
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Know this world cold, know its on your shoulders
But you can't fold you got to balance it
Look at my eyes they got calluses
All the shit i done seen you can't fathom it
That heroin run in my family
Alcoholics, junkies, addicts, and traffickers
Burnt spoons, and syringes on napkins
Tell it's real by the way i be rapping it
Throw dirt on my name
Throw dirt on my name like a casket
All of this pain i be masking
Run up on me im'a blast you
Nigga want smoke catch cancer baby
86 benz on Daytons
Pull up ain't riding no factory baby
Lil nigga stunt like his daddy
Used to be nappy and ashy baby
At 17 lost my closest dog
He ain't never get a chance to ball
We was hitting licks running from the law
Now he talkin down to me from the stars
And my little sister getting older
Feel like i don't even know her
Sitting thinking wishing that we were closer
Never let a nigga ever control ya baby
From nappy to classy
Remember them days with no mattress
Now i hop out of S classes
Looking like i paid my taxes
All of my bitches is dancers baby
This for the hoe trying to diss me
Back then steady going against me
Doing anything to f*ck up our history
Never had no real faith in the vision
Im trapping to whip me a Bentley
These hoes trapping niggas for babies
That 380 with me that bitch got a laser
Got 10 in the chamber my choppa Israelian
Its sitting in the trunk of my mercedes
I threw that foreign on Daytons
If its about money ain't waiting
Can't let nothing get in my way
I got to get back to my brother Langston
Know this world cold, know its on your shoulders
But you can't fold you got to balance it
Look at my eyes they got calluses
All the shit i done seen you can't fathom it
That heroin run in my family
Alcoholics, junkies, addicts, and traffickers
Burnt spoons, and syringes on napkins
Tell it's real by the way i be rapping it
Throw dirt on my name
Throw dirt on my name like a casket
All of this pain i be masking
Run up on me im'a blast you
Nigga want smoke catch cancer baby
86 benz on Daytons
Pull up ain't riding no factory baby
Lil nigga stunt like his daddy
Used to be nappy and ashy baby
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English

Know this world cold, know its on your shoulders
But you can't fold you got to balance it
Look at my eyes they got calluses
All the shit i done seen you can't fathom it
That heroin run in my family
Alcoholics, junkies, addicts, and traffickers
Burnt spoons, and syringes on napkins
Tell it's real by the way i be rapping it
Throw dirt on my name
Throw dirt on my name like a casket
All of this pain i be masking
Run up on me im'a blast you
Nigga want smoke catch cancer baby
86 benz on Daytons
Pull up ain't riding no factory baby
Lil nigga stunt like his daddy
Used to be nappy and ashy baby
At 17 lost my closest dog
He ain't never get a chance to ball
We was hitting licks running from the law
Now he talkin down to me from the stars
And my little sister getting older
Feel like i don't even know her
Sitting thinking wishing that we were closer
Never let a nigga ever control ya baby
From nappy to classy
Remember them days with no mattress
Now i hop out of S classes
Looking like i paid my taxes
All of my bitches is dancers baby
This for the hoe trying to diss me
Back then steady going against me
Doing anything to f*ck up our history
Never had no real faith in the vision
Im trapping to whip me a Bentley
These hoes trapping niggas for babies
That 380 with me that bitch got a laser
Got 10 in the chamber my choppa Israelian
Its sitting in the trunk of my mercedes
I threw that foreign on Daytons
If its about money ain't waiting
Can't let nothing get in my way
I got to get back to my brother Langston
Know this world cold, know its on your shoulders
But you can't fold you got to balance it
Look at my eyes they got calluses
All the shit i done seen you can't fathom it
That heroin run in my family
Alcoholics, junkies, addicts, and traffickers
Burnt spoons, and syringes on napkins
Tell it's real by the way i be rapping it
Throw dirt on my name
Throw dirt on my name like a casket
All of this pain i be masking
Run up on me im'a blast you
Nigga want smoke catch cancer baby
86 benz on Daytons
Pull up ain't riding no factory baby
Lil nigga stunt like his daddy
Used to be nappy and ashy baby
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Writer: Skyler Davis
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