First Class

Rakim, EPMD, slick rick, Stetsasonic, pub
Just, all of these different groups, and nobody sounded the same
De la soul, everybody had a different sound

Get more for your money when you fuck with Mr. porter

Yeah, uh, come on
I say, dope boy academy, I'm a graduate
Summa Cum Laude, you niggas is average
C-student, he who rooting for you is an uber fool
He circles around waists, he a hula hoop
Deuces to the bitches that be boo'd up and cheating
You're screwed up for thinking I'm competing with a cretin
Now gimme one reason to pay attention to DMs
When I just sent my chick on a trip to New Zealand
But pack a parachute, I'm fly as hell

Check the resume for the clientele
I can't lie, I might have popped a couple lady clients, hell
(What?) But that ain't something her or I'll tell
Some of these new niggas with these weak beats
Is 30 thousand feet in the air in these cheap seats with no Wi-Fi
So scared of falling off that they secretly secrete pee, no clashing
See, this so tee hee that y'all still sleeping on d
I'm trying to teach these pipsqueaks that I'm the answer
And these fools got the cheat sheets... see, p?
That's why I say fuck the world on cheap sheets

The game need to change what they grinding for
Beats sound the same and they can't rhyme no more
Got a lotta fame, but no work to show
All that glitters ain't gold
Yo, I say

The game need to change what they grinding for
Beats sound the same and they can't rhyme no more
Got a lotta fame, but no work to show
All that glitters ain't gold

Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Yo, they all hype
Them niggas is aight
Yo

See, I have learned so much from watching, waiting
Always on my hustle for greatness, greatness
Now, if you just take your time, you won't miss a step, no
I know that money on your mind, but don't let it cloud the pot, no

Now, who's cooler? I trained champs, I'm Lou Duva
You choose to spew shit through your soup coolers
Man, I went from producing "infinite" tapes on consignment
To helping three records go diamond, no lying
P.o. the truth, oh, I am so giant
But my real triumph is staying relevant without compromising who I am
Like screaming how I'm a genius, and only got my head in the door, yet I'm shining
They call pioneers old like they ain't never gonna hit thirty
Maybe society tell them niggas that they ain't worthy
Y'all disrespect the greats, I never neglect the opportunity to take out the time

To tell Dre, how much I appreciate him for making me a better producer, but hey
I ain't miss the chance of proof, Dilla, or 'em neither
I did it while they were still breathing
Y'all rather wait until the lord need'em
They say that you're nobody til somebody kills you, well, I don't believe'em
That's what your faith adheres to, so that's how you treat'em
I rather give'em their just-do's while they're on this planet and I can still see'em
At a concert or on the street, with love, I'll greet'em
'Cause streaming ain't paying, so basically, they putting all that hard work in for free
Guess the price of being an artist is that you get to cheat'em

The game need to change what they grinding for
Beats sound the same and they can't rhyme no more
Got a lotta fame, but no work to show
All that glitters ain't gold
Yo, I say

The game need to change what they grinding for
Beats sound the same and they can't rhyme no more
Got a lotta fame, but no work to show
All that glitters ain't gold

Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Bro, they all hype
Yo, they all hype
Them niggas is aight
Yo



Credits
Writer(s): Elvis L. Jr. Williams, Douglas John Ford, Jasper Lee Harris, Jamal F. Jones, Ryan Vojtesak, Jackman Thomas Harlow, William Adams, Nickie Jon Pabon, Christopher Brian Bridges, Micaiah Abdul Raheem, Roget Lutfi Chahayed, Stacy Ferguson, Jose Angel Velazquez
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