MASTER CLASS Lyrics

Look, look, look Make a million then another million

Let my players make a million Till we all check a billion

Shit its just the way I'm feeling Yet to see a ceiling

We just talk while we talk Cuz the bars don't struggle

And the struggle don't stop Your caption is CAP

And your cap is one shot Get your fucking cap

All out the fucking spot In all caps, bitch

I don't want your daps, bitch Hope you is catching this

Is you feeling this? Play the fool or be foolish

Magic done smooth Within my fingertips

Your caption is CAP In all caps, bitch

Write your damn raps, bitch Hoping we is catching this

Is we feeling this? Pass time clocking my assist

Catch rhymes flowing proper and legit Words win the world

And y'all ain't saying shit Who's that? To spin and hit the curb

Rotate and flip the script Yeah, you shining

The only thing you leaving out You a candle in the sun

That don't even out Yeah, you shining

The only thing you leaving out You a candle in the sun

Make a million then another million Let my players make a million

Till we all check a billion Shit is just the way I'm feeling

Yet to see a ceiling We just talk while we talk

Cause the bars don't struggle And the struggle don't stop

Everybody die, finna bury me alive

Grip the devil by the horns Put the bullshit aside

Everybody die, finna bury me alive Spitting Lil Wayne rhymes

I pay homage to my slimes Just a little game

Like a crossword, I work to cross lines Time to work and crosswords

I work to stop time Fuck working for a boss

I work to boss mine 24-7, playa fuck a 9-to-5

24-7 high, my height five nine, 24 Kobe like mamba, like the snake slime

All of my pendants finna be shine R.I.P. to the beast, I'm finna grind

Like the feast, I'm finna eat right Said you see about it when you see me, man

Y'all never here anyway Saying things that you probably shouldn't say

Thinking things you probably should've said, yeah

Make a million, then another million Let my players make a million

Till we all check a billion Shit is just the way I'm feeling

Yet to see a ceiling We just talk while we talk

Cause the bars don't struggle And the struggle don't stop

Hail the squad, Nabeel and gang D&D, Finesse the brand

Limited playa, spill the drank Infinite playa, print them packs

Savage like I'm Shaq This is magic, not no act

Pull a rabbit out a hat, no cap Master class, take a step back

Back to reality, take a step back Back to my fantasy, on the edge

That, that's where I'm boutta be, playa light the roach, then pass it round to me

Nah, kill it in the first degree Murder in the third degree

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