I grew up with working-class friends, staying true,
Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh
Let's pretend he grew up middle class with the ends,
Cum again, invite 'em if you have any fun friends
If i could do it all again, have just one more chance
You don't know class and you look at me and laugh
So don't waste your time on bitches just stick with going to class
We fight with these rings with the intention to ever last
These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different
After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust
Thick lips and a sick class
Gotta make that cash
Got all these niggas approaching their mixtapes different
After class in class rooms with a hint of disgust
Class whereby the upper, with their butlers and mongers
Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others
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