Yeah, yeah

Know what I'm sayin'?

Yo

You'll be a statistic, if I got you in sights

Boy, you just getting known and I been nice

I won't throw a punch, let the pen fight

And about my class, I defend mine

It's on me, I won't sell like a enzyme

Said again and again, man, I'm finna win, and I bet you don't know what it feel like

And, damn, these **** painting they nails, we really must be in the end times

What's one hit? Do it ten times, getting cheese like a rat, I'm 6ix9ine

And the **** said he want some praise, you better calm down, you not a God

Think I'm alone, but I got the squad, roll out slide, like the Autobots

Play with me, shit will get despicable, I will flip shit, reciprocals

I will rock you, that's minerals, then salute you, I'm the general

I will get it lit to be literal, I got bars, shit is criminal

House got stories, it ain't fictional, finna do the dash and it's digital (Yeah, yeah)

I'll be in my room writing 'til I turn to a genius

And I'm so damn fire, I feel like I could burn to a Phoenix

See from my perspective, give the world class, that is my objective

Low insurance, ****, I am reckless, dissing the class is the nearest exit

Now class is in session, I don't need a pass, I'm the present

At the club, head to VIP, think I'm in a car, how I enter sections

I'm the truth, that is my confession, I write with my left, I'm ambidextrous

I'm a gift from God, just accept it, size fourteen, how I'm stepping, oh my goodness

Ha-ha-ha

And I say again and again, I'm gonna win

How deep does it get? I don't know, it depends

So much class, a hundred percent

Hunnid round mag', I hunt them with this

I got the bars, you fuck with this shit

I had my turn, I'm done with this shit, damn, mm-mm

When I say F, you say C, promise nobody can F with me

Can't fly, 'cause you can't pass like me

Don't nobody got class like me

**** get stabbed, make him S I T

Space coupe, I'm in the pod like bees

Ain't no **** get chased like me, damn

I'm the president, in this Tahoe

I'm like five-five, maybe, five-four

You ain't talking money, me no hablo

And the class go wherever I go

It's hell on the ground, how would I know?

We ride together, die together, so first class, we gon' fly forever, yeah

(First Class)

(First Class)