G Class (feat. Kenny Soul and Zay Mack) Video (MV)

It's freedom
Freedom to be who you want
Freedom to buy what you want
And freedom to stunt how you want too
We got three boroughs in the buidling (New York)
BK, QU, BX
Flex
Yo' this is the anthem
F*ck how they feel son
Everybody on your top once you sign that deal son
I'm thinkin bout a SLR f*ck how you feel son
Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son
I'm thinkin bout a GTR f*ck how you feel son
Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son
I'm thinkin bout a SLR f*ck how you feel son
And you don't make the noise to have a shot at the real ones
Yo' Step in like I'm talkin big money, they like who that
G to the seam, they like G how you do that
Talk makings moves I get up and then I move that
This ice said your future's looking bright
I knew that
Walk in, by the bar
Buy the stores, buy the mall
Colossal houses, audemars
I'll have it all, by tomorrow
Talk it up but do it all
Big cribs go install
Elevators, floor to floor
Need it all nothing more
Rolodex full of different cities that a King been in
With an asterisk by the baddest of all the local women
Remember when they said we'd amount to nothing and should leave class
Should have saw they face when I pulled up the E Class
This is the Anthem
F*ck how they feel son
Everybody on your top once you sign that deal son
I'm thinkin bout a SLR f*ck how you feel son
Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son
I'm thinkin bout a GTR f*ck how you feel son
Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son
I'm thinkin bout a SLR f*ck how you feel son
And you don't make the noise to have a shot at the real ones yo'
This the bag splitting, razor blade spitting, pack ripping
Out the train station waiting for you to drop the location
With the monk patience
Hand to hand switch modulation
Like the Six-God prayer palms have em push patients
Don't cross the T, I'll dot your eyes for the paper
Go from two decimals to two oscillating craters
This the tomb raider, throw you in a van like room raider
All up in your face like two face
Bend you on your face like blue face
F*ck how you feel face
How it feel when shit get real and you not real face
Looking ass in the X
Shit could get disrespect, full effect
Coming at your muthaf*cking neck
Check
This is the Anthem
F*ck how they feel son
Everybody on your top once you sign that deal son
I'm thinkin bout a SLR f*ck how you feel son
Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son
I'm thinkin bout a GTR f*ck how you feel son
Your rolly making too much noise, that aint real son
I'm thinkin bout a SLR f*ck how you feel son
And you don't make the noise to have a shot at the real ones
F*ck how they feel
Everyday I wake up word, don't care about no deal (no deal)
Know some niggas that's gone ride and die bout the field (the field)
Some days I sit back and I cry I gotta keep it real (100)
I fantasize about this life I'm steady trynna build
I pull up on G Nova moving we ain't standing still
Making movements, niggas been making appeals
I'm allergic to them jails, they don't feed you meals
I just be praying niggas good, Henny still on chill
Every day meditate, focus pay them bills
Keep the weed rolling up cuz the pain is real
Niggas blinded by what's real talkin bout they real
Boy f*ck how you feel nigga
This is the Anthem
F*ck how they feel son
Everybody on your top once you sign that deal son
I'm thinkin bout a SLR f*ck how you feel son
Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son
I'm thinkin bout a GTR f*ck how you feel son
Your rolly making too much noise, that aint real son
I'm thinkin bout a SLR f*ck how you feel son
And you don't make the noise to have a shot at the real ones yo'