First Class (feat. The Crane)

Stay up at the nights Schedule so tight, 'bout to catch a flight Flying like a G6, got some cavi on the last bite See me on the news, it ain't something new All I know is how to keep my cool, never over-do Shouldn't interrupt tea-time with my wife Mind your business and be kind Nothin' to prove, I'm the best in my zone Ain't got nothin' to lose, I keep tracking milestones Look how I ball like KD in Sonics So smooth like criminal tactics I've murdered beats all by my own I sold out shows, you still can't be my clone I'm ready to be known, "Welcome back to my throne" Still fool around when the pressures weight on you Oh, right on, right on you I'm writing all these rhymes to get me out the circus Chasing all these times, my family is my purpose What got me sinking? What's so intriguing? Nobody can't stop me from rise above Just need a little extra time before I show you who's arrived Better catch me on the pinnacle, this ain't made up fictional Dope, heard they called me goat Eating all them cheese, just a man with a soul Be humble and know the places you belonged to What about 那幾個 難以再想起了 Back then 是誰又搭上流行歌的順風車 R.I.P., could've been me, could've been you if you don't move Not being rude, if we ain't new 願賭服輸 誰也留不住 Whoa, the world's not gonna thank you for trying hard Don't have to be so proud 'cause you've been trying hard Bro, why you flexing? Where you getting that from? We ain't even paid that, well Look at 你的報表 矗立了 a couple milestones But is it good enough? 他說 I don't think so We're ready to blow up 吃大魚大肉大的 pizza daddy's home Dream big, lay low Dream big, lay low Dream big, lay low Dream big, lay low Me and my brother, we headlining Coachella Me and my brother, we headlining Coachella I wanna be someone you looking up to I wanna be someone that could keep you grounded I wanna turn into someone that you love Forget your loss, remember you keep Moving on 'til end of dawn Go take as much as little steps you want to become someone you want Texts keep blowing up our phone Crane put my cell on airplane mode next to my scone Yeah, I'm the prophet make profits, we harvest you know Go on and on and on oh I sold out shows, you still can't be my clone I'm ready to be known, "Welcome back to my throne" Still fool around when the pressures weight on you Oh, right on, right on