Class Act (feat. J-Titty) Video (MV)

This is a message to any motherf*cker that judges me for being me
I am who I am, I think it's about time that you be who you be
Motherf*ckers can't see me
Wooh! Wooh
Real lit like the fog lights, Dictator like the Third Reich
Sub-zero been so cold, Iceman with the frost bite
Django with the kill shot, 24 I'll go beast mode
Gettin' mine fore I get got, Young nigga but I been old
Check out my stance though, I'm so substantial
Bumped out that money, yeah we so financial
Atomic bomb like we in f*cking Japan bro
Spazzed on the the track like I smoke too much bath salts
Niggas ain't even on my level, they say I'm possessed by the devil
Spit so hard I could chew through metal, ain't nobody wanna get leveled
Bitch I'm steaming like a kettle
Hatin' ass niggas get dumped, I been on my shit like what
Ass so fat like the whole damn dump
I don't follow rules like I'm Donald Trump, it's f*cked
Titty where you been yo, Titty where you been
I been in the kitchen cookin' hits up with my friends
Think I'll cop a rolley for my wrist and then a Benz
Hate to break it to you nigga this is how it is
I don't really wanna wreck your life, but I guess I gotta bash these niggas
Titty reppin' from the 609, you can say that I'm a class act nigga
I don't really gotta ball this hard, I don't really wanna waste my breath
I'mma take over the whole damn world, motherf*cker and I ain't done yet
I was sleepin' I was mummified, resurrected came back from death
You don't wanna be on my bad side, you don't wanna be on my hit-list
I'mma hustle for the whole damn team, ain't nobody gonna tell me shit
And I always been an anarchist, middle finger to the politics
Bitch
Pull up on yo block inside my '97 neon
My car is a piece of shit, but treat it like a Beemer
Every single day I rock the same pair of Adidas
It's my charm that got these girls tossing my salad like I'm Caesar
I'm broke as f*ck but my life is dope
These lines hit harder than the finest coke
Y'all whine and mope
I align the scope
On some Deadshot shit, spit a rhyme or choke
Y'all disastas see, I'm a masterpiece
Handing out beatings like the goddamn police
With each release, I break the peace
Wanna silence me Hell No Clarice
If one more person says I look like Logic I'mma f*cking flip
That's disrespect cause this hard work can not be compared to shit
Show me one local rapper that is working more than me
I'm cooking up a buffet, fans are hungry they want more to eat
Well open up, it's time for lunch
No meal ticket it's free to bump
Run laps round y'all like Forrest Gump
Y'all clowns is slow like Donald Trump
It's like I'm living in a fantasy, the world has gone to shit
But I am staying golden, I'm successful you can't tarnish it
If you sitting on yo ass listen to my oratory
Drink smoke write make money piss out forties
Yeah We got the science down like we Rick and Morty
Going harder than stage 3 rigor mortis, yo
Titty where we been at
Titty where we been
We wolves in sheepskin
Surrounded by trash bins
So many has beens
Whining sound like violins
Man I swear that all ya'll kin
Sets of identical twins
I'm the indigo in audio like figaro in this
Give you vertigo like dominoes y'all topple off my shit
Since an embryo I'm dynamo my flow's apocalypse
I'm a class act nigga, incognito as I win
My whole world a cave all I do's go in
My whole world a stage, World's a broken cage, metal bent
Delicate on the inside Ya just creme brûlée
Acting Herculean I'm just here to stay no I won't behave set the world ablaze
I don't really wanna wreck your life, but I guess I gotta bash these niggas
Titty reppin' from the 609, you can say that I'm a class act nigga
I don't really gotta ball this hard, I don't really wanna waste my breath
I'mma take over the whole damn world, motherf*cker and I ain't done yet
I was sleepin' I was mummified, resurrected came back from death
You don't wanna be on my bad side, you don't wanna be on my hit-list
I'mma hustle for the whole damn team, ain't nobody gonna tell me shit
And I always been an anarchist, middle finger to the politics
Bruh
Ah
Yo