See her man face-to-face through the glass
Maybe true, 'til i told this bitch in gym class
So chase the air hide your stash
I'm just fucking round in class
The white working class is the majority, the upper class,
You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass
Why did i take this class/
You can't be wiping your ass
Those mainstream commercials won't know the lower class,
So while she up in vip pourin' merlot in the glass
Along with the whole class
How the fuck you wipe your ass
On a whole different class
Stack in his hand trynna make that last
You after me, huh? i'm after cash
I ain't even really need that shop class
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