First Class

First class I ain't playing with you homie
Sit back and I kick it with the brodies
They mad we ain't fake, we don't fold, we don't break
Yeah we stepping at the plate when they calling
First class I ain't playing with you homie
Sit back and I kick it with the brodies
They mad we ain't fake, we don't fold, we don't break
Yeah we stepping at the plate when they calling
Wrist empty but my veins on froze
Love my team but I stay solo
People are damn too shady
So I remove the safety
Man I gotta watch my back
I know I got snakes that are in my grass
They all trying to be friends when they see my cash
And I think it's sad that it be like that
That it be like that
I think it's sad that it be like that
I hear chirping where the birds at
Oh you think I'm crazy I ain't ever heard that
Yeah I came up from a dirt bag
But now I'm up here sitting in the first class
Yeah we be on track
We be making moves
If you don't like that
My man what you gonna do?
I get in my bag, I don't got nothing to prove
I do what I want, I don't need you to approve
Two feet down stay ten toes
I stay hot like Red Rose
Getting calls from labels
Offers on the table
First class I ain't playing with you homie
Sit back and I kick it with the brodies
They mad we ain't fake, we don't fold, we don't break
Yeah we stepping at the plate when they calling
First class I ain't playing with you homie
Sit back and I kick it with the brodies
They mad we ain't fake, we don't fold, we don't break
Yeah we stepping at the plate when they calling