STILL IN CLASS

(Saint James, motherfucker, Saint James) yeah, yeah, yeah, what? Yeah, yeah, yeah If I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react Yeah, got 'em all complaining, yeah, I know I got 'em mad Bitch, it's 623 and you know I'm repping that I'm the MVP and you can fact-check that We not worried 'bout the comments, only worried 'bout the racks I don't gotta kill nobody to show I'm really the G.O.A.T But if it comes down to it, got some friends and they got scopes Bitch, I might go buy a house off of my fucking notes Bitch, I shine so bright, I think you might just need some locs You be riding dick so hard, I think you might just need a tow You not fucking with the P, then well you really gotta go You were saying I'm not hot, that shit gotta be a joke Bitch, you better knot like the end of a rope I'm not worried 'bout the haters, I'm not worried 'bout the enemies Say she likes the car, I said, "Okay, well, let's get ten of these" Been through so much shit, I don't know if I've ever been at ease Ex bitch tried to act like it was ten of me No, bitch, no, I got the flows bitch You just got exposed bitch, I just made the flow switch Know my neck is frozen, know my skin is glowing He like, "Y'all know who it is," and nobody knows him I'm dressed like a shogun, I'm the young chopin' I know she was fiending, she know I got that dope dick You were sitting moping, I was doing opens Lil B DMed me, and he told me to keep going So, if I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react If I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react Ay, fuck a nine-to-five, you know I'm tryna break the matrix You know I don't gotta do this shit, there is no obligation We not stopping 'til we really win, so fuck a nomination They like, "Y'all been speaking on me," you not in the conversation I just ran a train on your bitch like we were at the station I'm like that one Kanye West song, 'cause I'm so amazing I know that I got the good songs and she wanna hate 'em In the car with her and her girls and she 'boutta play 'em I just lit it up, bitch, you know I'm nice, yeah, you know I'm special You were posted outside in a Lambo, that shit is a rental He was thinkin' he could step to me, I'm thinking he is mental Highest y'all could get is number two, bitch, y'all some pencils Might get hella faded I'm going crazy, I'm getting wasted Make the playlist Put her on the rasta like I am Jamaican This blazing This hot potato, this is the game we playing They can't touch me It's no one but me, y'all can't do like Saint James is Yeah, so I better see her shake some ass Saying bend down for me Do it slow, do it fast Oh, girl You know that I'm tryna see some ass Bend down Do it from the front to the back Shake it, shake it Shake it, shake it My songs you playing Big dawg, big James These songs I got, I'm 'bout to make it These wrongs I got, I can't do waiting If I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react If I pull out a stack, she might go pull out the ass Drip dropped out, but you know I'm still in class I ain't worried 'bout a sucka, I'm the G.O.A.T and that's a fact He was talkin' out his neck and thought I wouldn't react