On the Internet / First Class

Yeah Yeah yeah yeah Uh, yeah I'm trynna count a hundred bands in my left hand Don't need a safe imma keep it on the night stand I'm trynna put these black feet on some white sand They wouldn't sign me so I went and made my own brand I got my own plan They trynna test me Stuck to my guns it's not wonder God blessed me Ain't too many people that impress me Please pay your respect when you address me Y'all are only like this on the internet We just getting started, we ain't finished yet How can I be scared you are not a threat Bluffin season over better place your bets You only thuggin on the internet If you play both sides I can't let you into the game Stuck on lies I'm the one that you trynna blame Yeah I can tell that you stressed Cause you only popping on the internet All that beefin on the net, yeah we ain't into that All this gold up down my body, I feel like James Trinidad Made a song that everybody like and I still ain't feel it yet I'm going up don't care if I'm hiking, I still ain't give up yet Everywhere I go up in the stead, mask on they notice me Who you bossing, who giving orders, who you suppose to be Smelling like a P You smell odor, that's new cologne you see I can't trust that boy He was singing Jodeci Ain't got no space for fast cars It's constaphobic I be spitting bars but don't write I don't do poetry For a walk through it's five thousand Yeah it's gon cost a fee Last night tweaking I dropped the juice in the Bojangles tea If you play both sides I can't let you into the game Stuck on lies I'm the one that you trynna blame Yeah I can tell that you stressed Cause you only popping on the internet Yeah It's 224 you already know how I'm coming We in first class Yeah you know we up in first class Driving fast I won't crash I see the cops in rear view mirror But still push the gas I'm counting cash it's busting out the ceiling I do not check a tag I'm mature now, I don't flex nothing No I don't have to brag I want your girl then I might take her But I might leave her sad Dripping up and down my body Yeah I'm up in a bag Rapping, I think this my hobby So you know I'm gon pursue it In a hotel lobby iced out Your girl trynna make a movie I'm a fool cause I ain't go to college Professor's ain't dropping no knowledge I'm getting this cash and I can't really stop it Got people, they watching my pockets Not trusting nobody, I ride with that rocket You making some money, not making no profit Fumble the bag, pull up and I scoop it I'm counting cash add it up I ain't stupid You can see that my ticket is first class CEO but I make sure my employees know that can I carry my own bags 1033 all I'm repping, no shooters, you see me I'm waving my own flag Spin the block and I'm burning my own gas Run it back and I tell 'em my phone lagged Cause it's way too many toe tags on the gang Been in pain for the whole season Been the hottest in the whole region These days try to make friends with my enemies and my old demons Motels to the four seasons Nightmares like I'm King Stephen Sweat and tears all ran dry Tell Leona Lewis that I'm still bleeding And I'm still needing all the validation Trophies that's never gon see cases Thinking that I need to pipe down For they have me on one of them cold cases Stunting on all of these old racists People can hate but it's all baseless These days I been saving cash But I might have to help you with 10 paces Low key in the background Tell em get down or they lay down Don't talk back cause you sat around You was pillow talking really let me down Now we moved up to the east side Thought you was getting a free ride I ain't no killer but careful when you chasing dreams Cause I heard they all died