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Class is open (Yo) Class is open (Yo) Class is open (Yo) Understandable smooth tihs that murderers move with Understandable smooth shit to jump off the stoop with Know I kick in my two cents, itʼs duffles and toothpicks To give you 16 feel like if a pound flew in Competition Nutso, letʼs GPS where the roof is, right The same flow came out the hallway with me I put ‘95 on my back like Iʼm DeAndre Bembry Itʼs like Iʼm Illmatic sitting on loop Meets Mortal Kombat finishing moves You seen what the genesis do And the endings is Jordan-esque or Whichever way that the play goes 'Cause six joints will get you whatever, I came as Thanos I threw you jewels with an NYCHA flow Blue and orange signs like I was on Dolan's payroll Malcolm X Air Raid Nikes by the caseload But still good to fuck with a Becky like John Stamos Taught to know that the rule of thumb was innuendos And to slay the Box but to make love to instrumentals Do the math, right? Look, I spend more on baggies than what they spent on the yola Letras de cancionesOff a plate got rid of weight just like I'm Marsha Ambrosius My bitch quit her job to shop and take up yoga The strap on the Heckler and Koch made out of cobra You know Benny stuffed them 12 12s skinnies until its over Strip ladies still were stingy just like I'm Tommy Mottola Nobody rhyme this dominant, honest, probably since Hova Crown me kindly I'm known as the blueprint finally decoded Proud to be noticed, watch me, all this grinding got me promoted We clay statues poverty molded I got rich with a Pyrex, turn the forks around it Then retired and got richer just talking 'bout it I'm still smoking on the rawest sour Open a trap, close that, then count racks up after office hours Fans want classics and suckers want passes Hustlers don't want much, just comfortable traffic All these rap niggas get is comfortable caskets No subliminals, I'm shooting hunting bow accurate Let's go, who run the city the most? Me and Sky shot up the club like Diddy and 'Po I be at your front door if it really was smoke Every hustler who seen a brick say Benny the G.O.A.T The Butcher Everybody talking that whose the best shit, all of y'all can stop it For two years I recorded the hardest shit that's rockin' Verse of the year on like all the shit I jotted I raised the bar then I linked with Marshall in the process (Haa) I weighed the raw, I linked in Baltimore to cop it It ain't no ice, leave the cold water on the locket Yeah, now it's Audemar the watches 50 pointers like Harden for the Rockets Silencer on the barrel, gotta muffle the Sig Popped a nigga in his side, broke a couple of ribs Sky, I was broke when we shot that Luxury vid Now I'm on IG showing bitches what luxury is (Ha) All year I made it clear they can't fuck with the kid I need shorty that played Faith 'cause I just did it big Griselda Records, I'm the muscle, you dig? I don't tussle, I let my gun touch you, you dig? It's The Machine, bitch I could teach you about the universe The quasars are soon it bursts The multiple suns, moons, the Earth I rhyme exquisite and shut your city down To the West, I'm a blizzard On the East, I'm a Kamikaze pilot visit Who said the kid in the visiting Who envisioned green isn't mean As a prison scene that don't keep they division clean? I spit that hot tamale wasabi mixture, that's a Rob Zombie picture Stop playing checkers with Bobby Fischer And just embrace it, I made it to the top floor out the basement Blew your advance on a bracelet Pick a line I write that's not as wicked as a sick piranha bite A brick of China white, lit wick on a stick of dynamite A quick reminder might Show you niggas with a slick persona I hump through your chick pajamas and dick your mama right Either the flow's acid, or a trigger finger to expose plastic Leave a closed casket with a rose basket Ayo, my first love was a MAC-10 I got a handful, I had three bodies back then Little snot nose nigga taking niggas chains off 'Yo, so big I had to hit it with the chainsaw (Chainsaw) Aston Martin with the snake seats In the kitchen, four different stoves, fish waist deep Yankee blue tops, twenty dollars get you three of 'em Paul made the sweatsuit, leaning with the thing on him (Thing on him) Ayo, Versace on a goalie Told my teacher "Fuck you!", I'm in class in a Rollie Stack the hundred thousand, that was back in 2000 Sold a dummy brick, "Hurry up, nigga count it!" I need a cherry Maybach ASAP, and then counseling (Counseling) Plug 30 beans at the Radisson Got 'em dirt cheap, three states we had to travel and Make it back safe, 40 each I was adamant Break one down, everything off the mannequin Class is open (Yo) Understandable smooth tihs Class is open (Yo) Understandable smooth tihs that murderers move with Class is open (Yo) Class is open (Yo) Understandable smooth tihs that murderers move with Class is open (Yo) You can accept it You will leave those state troopers guarded with their own barbarity If you can't accept it You will do something that will transform conditions here in Alabama So I'm not worried this afternoon, however dark it may be However difficult it may be I know that it is true The truth forever on the scaffold Wrong forever on the throne That is another part of that rich statement Yet that scaffold sways the future Behind the demon there standeth God within the shadows Keeping watch above his own William Carl Bryant was right Truth crushed the Earth, will rise again The bible is right, you shall reap what you sow From Letras Mania