FIRST CLASS

Stay up at the nights
Schedule so tight, 'bout to catch a flight
Flying like a G6, got some cavi on the last bite

See me on the news, it ain't something new
All I know is how to keep my cool, never over-do
Shouldn't interrupt tea-time with my wife
Mind your business and be kind

Nothin' to prove, I'm the best in my zone
Ain't got nothin' to lose, I keep tracking milestones
Look how I ball like KD in Sonics
So smooth like criminal tactics
I've murdered beats all by my own

I sold out shows, you still can't be my clone
I'm ready to be known, "Welcome back to my throne"
Still fool around when the pressures weight on you
Oh, right on, right on you

I'm writing all these rhymes to get me out the circus
Chasing all these times, my family is my purpose
What got me sinking? What's so intriguing?
Nobody can't stop me from rise above
Just need a little extra time before I show you who's arrived
Better catch me on the pinnacle, this ain't made up fictional

Dope, heard they called me goat
Eating all them cheese, just a man with a soul
Be humble and know the places you belonged to

What about 那幾個
難以再想起了
Back then 是誰又搭上流行歌的順風車
R.I.P., could've been me, could've been you if you don't move
Not being rude, if we ain't new
願賭服輸 誰也留不住

Whoa, the world's not gonna thank you for trying hard
Don't have to be so proud 'cause you've been trying hard
Bro, why you flexing? Where you getting that from?
We ain't even paid that, well
Look at 你的報表

矗立了 a couple milestones
But is it good enough? 他說 I don't think so
We're ready to blow up
吃大魚大肉大的 pizza daddy's home

Dream big, lay low
Dream big, lay low
Dream big, lay low
Dream big, lay low
Me and my brother, we headlining Coachella
Me and my brother, we headlining Coachella

I wanna be someone you looking up to
I wanna be someone that could keep you grounded
I wanna turn into someone that you love
Forget your loss, remember you keep
Moving on 'til end of dawn
Go take as much as little steps you want to become someone you want

Texts keep blowing up our phone
Crane put my cell on airplane mode next to my scone
Yeah, I'm the prophet make profits, we harvest you know
Go on and on and on oh

I sold out shows, you still can't be my clone
I'm ready to be known, "Welcome back to my throne"
Still fool around when the pressures weight on you
Oh, right on, right on