Class of '24 ft. TripleNineOnTheBeat Lyrics

Nigga I'm back, teaching young niggas how to rap

Cuz too many lost in the trap, young niggas live fast

Like a green light on a drag

I'ma run you niggas down on this track

I'm spazzing, I'm mad

Too many freshman's in class

Nigga this a school for the grads

Y'all niggas ain' pass

Me, I done studied my ass off

Came too far for held back

Passing every class with a A

But freshman's in the way of the seniors that's really getting paid

I'm never acting amazed, new rappers riding the wave

No Tombstone when you lying in grave

Call it"Murder He Wrote" cuz these words I've been dying to say

Don't turn me to a school shooter, have me fire up the place

The double XL cover should retire the page

Influencing weak niggas only inspire my rage

I'ma lion in cage only trying to save a game that's falling off

But obviously I'm kind of too late

I'm from the pi of the state and ain' no slice of the cake

If you ain' putting in the work or giving dough up to bake

Fuck out the kitchen

I'm sick of the wackest rappers you mention

Only hot under conditions that never write what they spitting

You ghost written rappers pick apart in a minute

I pick apart like a car, I'm building start up to finish

The hardest in it

I take the teeth and saw where ya limb is

Thinking you hard when you isn't

You wanna spar? Where the gym is?

Fuck the fame, most these lames only all for the image

It's a shame that they claiming they a star independent

Y'all an appendix, you pointless and we lost to ya limits

You steady claiming you a dog but you soft as an kitten

Lord is forgiving

But me, I will not start with you children

So shut fuck up while I use this chalk for attendance

Nigga I'm back, teaching young niggas how to rap

Cuz too many lost in the trap, young niggas live fast

Like a green light on a drag

I'ma run you niggas down on this track

I'm spazzing, I'm mad

Too many freshman's in class

Nigga this a school for the grads

Y'all niggas ain' pass

Me, I done studied my ass off

Came too far for held back

Ding ding letting school in

Class is now in session, other rappers is truant

I take ya new friends and turn 'em in like a loose end

Cool kids wanna get inked like it's two pens

New kids scared to speak up like they muted

Foolish using new rap as influence

Fluently flowing like I'm coolant

Schooling these new rappers as students

Books open

Chapter one on this rapping son

Is this rapping done?

If you become a rapper, don't you become a average one

Thinking this class is dumb is the fastest way to get out of 'em

I've been auditing all these artist who only rap for fun

Chapter two is the habit to be compatible

With every avenue that you passing through as a rapper dude

If you lacking truth then you need to go back establish proof

Every rapper as real as his word, factual

Chapter three is just smashing beats like detaching leaves

Some rappers leave cuz they cannot compete when after me

We trapping heat like we creases upon some khaki knees

Casually killing commoners coming up counting casualties

Chapter four is the rapping goat with established flows

The habit grows when you over rappers that's claiming pro

We packing shows, bad to the bone like catacombs

Killing 'em all, chapter closed

Nigga I'm back, teaching young niggas how to rap

Cuz too many lost in the trap, young niggas live fast

Like a green light on a drag

I'ma run you niggas down on this track

I'm spazzing, I'm mad

Too many freshman's in class

Nigga this a school for the grads

Y'all niggas ain' pass

Me, I done studied my ass off

Came too far for held back