not my class - babyman lyrics
[pre*chorus]
yeah, did what i suppose to
now i’m going up, what i told you
n*ggas begging for handouts, i don’t speak in vowels
show me what i owe you
[chorus]
not my class, i don’t even know you
i’m having status i could show you
when the rocket blow, it’s like jehovah
steal my swag and pray i never notice
if it’s my watch over your shoulder
if you cold now, it get colder
might fly so fast, you throw up, first class sh*t, see the plane, we gon’ blow up (yeah)
[verse]
now i told you n*ggas, it’s f*ck what you mean
don’t understand how i war like machine
gashes, i’m in the cut like i’m bleeding
b*tch, you n*ggas get cut from the team
first class sh*t like, oh time to go way back
don’t come around here, ’cause wе spray back
hit a white n*gga ho, where hе stay at
if he asks me why, i say it’s payback
n*ggas broke like they got hit with state tax
never seen a hundred, like they grades bad
he don’t want the smoke, where the vape at
if he want to beef, tell him state that
this job for the ones so stay back
you don’t got what it takes i told you
snake me and i mow you, you ain’t gang, cause you let him ho you
[chorus]
not my class, i don’t even know you
i’m having status i could show you
when the rocket blow, it’s like jehovah
steal my swag and pray i never notice
if it’s my watch over your shoulder
if you cold now, it get colder
might fly so fast, you throw up, first class sh*t, see the plane, we gon’ blow up (b*tch)
[verse]
this sh*t just the start, i’m steadily making my way to the charts
and i see the real in the dark, first class and you can’t tear us apart
you with them lames, come and fly with the stars
went through the storm, came out with a scar
knew he was a lame from the start but you with me, you can lower your guard
juguar or la ferrari, on the bad day, i let her pick the car
sp*ce coupe fast, wanna go to mars
your pockets small, boy, we living large
this sh*t easy but they say it’s hard
all black tint, it’s darker than my card
they used to hate when i jumped on the line, it’s f*ck them n*ggas, i ain’t ever sorry
not my class, i don’t even know you
with the other side, don’t plan on making amends
thought it was sweet, but my [?]
we got them sticks, and they playing pretend
they ones, only ones getting percents
we took so long ’cause we building suspense
first class, n*gga, we ready to spin
that sh*t is something, you cannot prevent
[outro]
(first class)
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