Classic Traffic (Rapper) (Ft. ScHoolboy Q)

What it is, Young Sam

[Chorus: Traffic]
Ain't nothing like the old shit
Ain't nothing like the old school
I ain't nothing like this new shit
I ain't nothing like, y'all
Bitch, I'm classic, yeah classic
Ain't nothing like the old shit
Ain't nothing like the old days
I ain't nothing like this new shit
I ain't nothing like you new niggas
Classic, nah, classic, yeah!

[Verse 1: Traffic]
I'm first up (it's me, nigga), on the M-I-C
Bitch its Traffic, everything I spit be classic
Somethin' like coke, I need to post up by the store
Woke, early in the mornin', late nights until its gone
Just a little nigga bad as fuck, I was on
Pops wasn't there, moms was rarely home
'Cause she was too busy workin', had ten kids at home
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While moms workin', I was in the streets gone
Thinkin' I was grown
Started gang-bangin', gang signs with the chrome
Fresh out the pen and now I'm known around the globe
Fuckin' all the bitches and I'm killin' all the shows
Just in case you didn't know, I'm the nigga with the flow
Call me Bruce LeRoy, nigga I got the glow
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Still will serve a nigga when a nigga gettin' low
Knock, knock, guaranteed to [?] your pizza at your door