On the Internet / First Class

Yeah
Yeah yeah yeah
Uh, yeah

I'm trynna count a hundred bands in my left hand
Don't need a safe imma keep it on the night stand
I'm trynna put these black feet on some white sand
They wouldn't sign me so I went and made my own brand
I got my own plan
They trynna test me
Stuck to my guns it's not wonder God blessed me
Ain't too many people that impress me
Please pay your respect when you address me
Y'all are only like this on the internet
We just getting started, we ain't finished yet
How can I be scared you are not a threat
Bluffin season over better place your bets
You only thuggin on the internet

If you play both sides
I can't let you into the game
Stuck on lies
I'm the one that you trynna blame
Yeah
I can tell that you stressed
Cause you only popping on the internet

All that beefin on the net, yeah we ain't into that
All this gold up down my body, I feel like James Trinidad
Made a song that everybody like and I still ain't feel it yet
I'm going up don't care if I'm hiking, I still ain't give up yet
Everywhere I go up in the stead, mask on they notice me
Who you bossing, who giving orders, who you suppose to be
Smelling like a P
You smell odor, that's new cologne you see
I can't trust that boy
He was singing Jodeci
Ain't got no space for fast cars
It's constaphobic
I be spitting bars but don't write
I don't do poetry
For a walk through it's five thousand
Yeah it's gon cost a fee
Last night tweaking
I dropped the juice in the Bojangles tea

If you play both sides
I can't let you into the game
Stuck on lies
I'm the one that you trynna blame
Yeah
I can tell that you stressed
Cause you only popping on the internet

Yeah
It's 224 you already know how I'm coming
We in first class

Yeah you know we up in first class
Driving fast I won't crash
I see the cops in rear view mirror
But still push the gas
I'm counting cash it's busting out the ceiling
I do not check a tag
I'm mature now, I don't flex nothing
No I don't have to brag
I want your girl then I might take her
But I might leave her sad
Dripping up and down my body
Yeah I'm up in a bag
Rapping, I think this my hobby
So you know I'm gon pursue it
In a hotel lobby iced out
Your girl trynna make a movie
I'm a fool cause I ain't go to college
Professor's ain't dropping no knowledge
I'm getting this cash and I can't really stop it
Got people, they watching my pockets
Not trusting nobody, I ride with that rocket
You making some money, not making no profit
Fumble the bag, pull up and I scoop it
I'm counting cash add it up I ain't stupid

You can see that my ticket is first class
CEO but I make sure my employees know that can I carry my own bags
1033 all I'm repping, no shooters, you see me I'm waving my own flag
Spin the block and I'm burning my own gas
Run it back and I tell 'em my phone lagged
Cause it's way too many toe tags on the gang
Been in pain for the whole season
Been the hottest in the whole region
These days try to make friends with my enemies and my old demons
Motels to the four seasons
Nightmares like I'm King Stephen
Sweat and tears all ran dry
Tell Leona Lewis that I'm still bleeding
And I'm still needing all the validation
Trophies that's never gon see cases
Thinking that I need to pipe down
For they have me on one of them cold cases
Stunting on all of these old racists
People can hate but it's all baseless
These days I been saving cash
But I might have to help you with 10 paces
Low key in the background
Tell em get down or they lay down
Don't talk back cause you sat around
You was pillow talking really let me down
Now we moved up to the east side
Thought you was getting a free ride
I ain't no killer but careful when you chasing dreams
Cause I heard they all died