First Class - Radio Edit

I remember gettin' kicked outta First Class
Now I'm takin' chicks back to First Class
And she's takin' sips out of my glass
I feed her red grape she prefers black
They used to charge P to sit in VIP
Now I'm the VIP
And they pay me
Call it candy manners, they treat me sweet
Car I got lil mint like Listerine
Now I can feed the whole circle Krispy Kremes
Top 5 list already 12 man deep
Don't do it for the circle
Ain't just for the team
Ain't just for the culture
Ain't just for the P's
Ain't just for the future of family tree
Ain't just message
Ain't just for the peace
All I ... Oh I
Do it for not one but all of these
I do it for the freedom
Fuck the police
For the times I didn't fight back
And just got beat
For redemption
Put my mind at ease
I do it for the love
That's what Kupid means

Never late to a show, Private jets on time
Burn through cash, Travel checks on Fire
T.S.A, We gon skip that line
You check one bag, We check nine
Use my Government, At the boarding gate
You eat bag nuts, We eat steak
Toast champagne, Any more cheesecake
We pop style, You emulate

Everything I do
With everything I see
Never will I forget where came from that's the key
Sit back and relax
Fill up another glass
Try to take me out,
But I ain't leaving First Class
I mean that

I remember gettin' kicked outta First Class
Guess I was early to desk like the First Class
Had my paper and my pen and verse wrapped
With a little bit of change and some big plans
I mean
How could I ever go broke from verses?
I'm spitting pure content you would find in purses
MULAH
And there's no need to curse
If ya ride with the team and ya grind with team
I can't spend every second of my time with the team
I just put in work and survive with team
Ayy you know more than the mulah
T33 you know more than tunes
Ellisse you know I'm counting on you to keep this shit going
Cause yalls is the future
Jay your grind is the realest
Our time it has come
In ya soul can you feel it
Our angels are flying
We're walking on clouds
Neone can you see it
Say that shit with me
We're walking on clouds ey Joy B you believe it

Never late to a show, Private jets on time
Burn through cash, Travel checks on Fire
T.S.A, We gon skip that line
You check one bag, We check nine
Use my, Government, At the boarding gate
You eat bag nuts, We eat steak
Toast champagne, Any more cheesecake
We pop style, You emulate

Everything I do
With everything I see
Never will I forget where came from that's the key
Sit back and relax
Fill up another glass
Try to take me out
But I ain't leaving First Class
I Mean that

I remember gettin' kicked outta First Class
I made some mistakes and I don't learn fast
I got kicked down
I got knocked back
I learnt to set pace
After set backs
Ain't no damn race
I gotta sit back
Some of the time
And Just think back
When I kill't shit
To when my shit stank
To when I learned that I was an OutKast
To when I learn to embrace that shit
Change my name to embrace I'm King
Now I'm royal robes and empulates
And UFO's and spaceships
Boasty barse, I'm not basic
Had to leave my city to change shit
When I come Back
I don't come back
The me that stands before you is a new man