back of the classroom! (freestyle) Lyrics

Ayy, hold on, nah hold on

(Oh my god, it's Kj Tha Kidd)

Fuck it

Lets Go Then

Still got some smoke in my lungs I can't hold in

Young nigga flexing like Goten

He sending shots but they stop at the rim like a goaltend

Shoot like they just put Tha Kidd on the foul line

I got some shit that'll make the whole globe spin

like bitch you can only get buzz off of your high

Got goons that don't move till I put em in motion

Fuck it

Give em the green light

They hating, don't even know what that be like

They chasing, these niggas pussy, no feline

Count cake and kick my feet up like I reclined

Thumbs aching, stacking my bread to some feet high

No steak, she wanna eat on my meat but I decline

On the road to the bread, cant get shit but a peace sign

Bitch, pay me, they wanna work but the fee high

I tried to tell them I knew it was gon' happen

But now that I'm up, it's gon' cost a few hundred

Mr. ManInThaFunction been lit from the jump

Bitch, I'm raisin' my hand when they askin' who run it

Kicked me when I was down, but just look at me now

And just know that I came from the bottom, the summit

Remember them days, I was dreamin' about it

But now if I see it, I cop if I want it

Like I really made it

Thought this shit was a joke, but I'm really major

Did this shit on my own nigga, fuck a favor

Now they smile in my face, fuck congratulations

Fuck the game by myself like I'm masturbatin

If the money don't talk, don't do conversations

Niggas talkin' more cap than a graduation

Know I'm really the top of the generation, no debatin' it

Sick with no vaccination, know they hatin' it

Sick of these imitations, they be fakin' it

Shine like a constellation,

Ain't nobody like me, Ain't no variations,

I'm just sayin' it's me against me

On the real, I'm a beast of all beasts

If we bein' honest, a young nigga feelin' like Steph

how I'm sweepin' the East

Think I said it before, ain't no competition

Feel like Stevie, I Wonder where's opposition

Run the one through the five, switchin' up position

Niggas think it's a game, the good luck edition

Call this shit call of duty, I'm on a mission

Never miss, I got infinite ammunition

Choppa make him tap out like a hard submission

And it's all off the top, fuck a composition

Okay, I'm high as a bitch like an astronaut

Floatin through space, I don't know when I'll land and shit

And all of these niggas be hittin' my phone for a feature

Might cost you a band and shit

Matter of fact, keep it, I really don't fuck with you niggas

Got bands in my pants and shit

And to be honest, the reason I sing more than rappers

To really just give you a chance and shit

Bitch, I'm done