Brink of Classic

[Hook] I'm on the brink of classic I promise that I feel it I wouldn't lie, if I didn't this wouldn't be the realness They want the honesty So that be what I'm giving Gotta excuse me if I'm sounding anything but driven, oh I promise that I feel it I wouldn't lie, if I didn't this wouldn't be the realness They want the honesty So that be what I'm giving Gotta excuse me if I'm sounding anything but driven, oh [Verse 1: Benz Shelton] Now they probly ain't gon' like this, but they know where the flow's at Said they don't fuck with the white, don't they know I brought soul back? I rolled that, I smoked that, with every one of them old cats Who told me keep on grindin' youngin', don't you ever hold back Slow that - bring it back to I know that, you may relate EQ had brought that fro back, but this right here my great escape Tanqueray, paper planes, and jay's is all a fallacy Cause bang for bang, we all the same when fame becomes reality When you really wish you did it for the things you never had But although you won't admit it, it's because they said you can't Now you lookin' in their faces like, 'Damn, who's the fuckin man?' Bitch, fuck a grand, I'm fuckin' grand, I got a million in my hand And I'mma throw it, yeah, yeah I'mma throw it And I promise all of ya'll are go - gonna know it I'mma throw it, yeah, yeah I'mma throw it And I promise all of ya'll are go - gonna know it [Hook] I'm on the brink of classic I promise that I feel it I wouldn't lie, if I didn't this wouldn't be the realness They want the honesty So that be what I'm giving Gotta excuse me if I'm sounding anything but driven, oh I promise that I feel it I wouldn't lie, if I didn't this wouldn't be the realness They want the honesty So that be what I'm giving Gotta excuse me if I'm sounding anything but driven, oh [Verse 2: EQ] Said I'm on the brink of classic - goin' crazy, need a shrink for rappers Work so hard that I get no sleep, other niggas all on the brink of average When it comes to terms of honesty and it's deliverance Me and Benz about to kill the fuckin' competition When it comes to the rap shit, you can talk the talk but can you walk the walk, kid? When it comes to the wack shit, better let them know that I'm just getting started And you can hear the realness every time the treble bevels Niggas say they feel it, but they isn't on the level And you think you the master The story of my success'll make other niggas tragic You reach the point of classic, then all that's left is magic You best believe that by the time I'm done, it's in my hands, oh How long I'm sayin' to the casket? I put so much into rap that these cats'll think it's magic I'm just a normal boy, that's on the brink of classic Reaching for the stars and walking on the moon to pass em