Class whereby the upper, with their butlers and mongers
Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers
Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field
Guess who has the upper hand when its time to feast
Or let us all live in the dark
Yeah, see, breaking up is hard
Blista in tha upper body, bring em' up so quick i
I don't wanna come down from this love i got on high
So i live life in the fast lane
Then lost her faith again
I'm going off the top of the brain
Tryina live life in the slow lane
Give me a moment bet the time will be the best, best
The wealthy are top two, upper middle class is eight percent,
Terrorists among the world that we live in,
She smiles; a niggas full of passion
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