G Class ft. Kenny Soul & Zay Mack Lyrics

It's freedom

Freedom to be who you want

Freedom to buy what you want

And freedom to stunt how you want too

We got three boroughs in the buidling (New York)

BK, QU, BX

Flex

Yo' this is the anthem

Fuck how they feel son

Everybody on your top once you sign that deal son

I'm thinkin bout a SLR fuck how you feel son

Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son

I'm thinkin bout a GTR fuck how you feel son

Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son

I'm thinkin bout a SLR fuck how you feel son

And you don't make the noise to have a shot at the real ones

Yo' Step in like I'm talkin big money, they like who that

G to the seam, they like G how you do that

Talk makings moves I get up and then I move that

This ice said your future's looking bright

I knew that

Walk in, by the bar

Buy the stores, buy the mall

Colossal houses, audemars

I'll have it all, by tomorrow

Talk it up but do it all

Big cribs go install

Elevators, floor to floor

Need it all nothing more

Rolodex full of different cities that a King been in

With an asterisk by the baddest of all the local women

Remember when they said we’d amount to nothing and should leave class

Should have saw they face when I pulled up the E Class

This is the Anthem

Fuck how they feel son

Everybody on your top once you sign that deal son

I'm thinkin bout a SLR fuck how you feel son

Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son

I'm thinkin bout a GTR fuck how you feel son

Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son

I'm thinkin bout a SLR fuck how you feel son

And you don't make the noise to have a shot at the real ones yo'

This the bag splitting, razor blade spitting, pack ripping

Out the train station waiting for you to drop the location

With the monk patience

Hand to hand switch modulation

Like the Six-God prayer palms have em push patients

Don’t cross the T, I'll dot your eyes for the paper

Go from two decimals to two oscillating craters

This the tomb raider, throw you in a van like room raider

All up in your face like two face

Bend you on your face like blue face

Fuck how you feel face

How it feel when shit get real and you not real face

Looking ass in the X

Shit could get disrespect, full effect

Coming at your muthafucking neck

Check

This is the Anthem

Fuck how they feel son

Everybody on your top once you sign that deal son

I'm thinkin bout a SLR fuck how you feel son

Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son

I'm thinkin bout a GTR fuck how you feel son

Your rolly making too much noise, that aint real son

I'm thinkin bout a SLR fuck how you feel son

And you don't make the noise to have a shot at the real ones

Fuck how they feel

Everyday I wake up word, don't care about no deal (no deal)

Know some niggas that's gone ride and die bout the field (the field)

Some days I sit back and I cry I gotta keep it real (100)

I fantasize about this life I'm steady trynna build

I pull up on G Nova moving we ain't standing still

Making movements, niggas been making appeals

I'm allergic to them jails, they don't feed you meals

I just be praying niggas good, Henny still on chill

Every day meditate, focus pay them bills

Keep the weed rolling up cuz the pain is real

Niggas blinded by what's real talkin bout they real

Boy fuck how you feel nigga

This is the Anthem

Fuck how they feel son

Everybody on your top once you sign that deal son

I'm thinkin bout a SLR fuck how you feel son

Your rolly making too much noise, that ain't real son

I'm thinkin bout a GTR fuck how you feel son

Your rolly making too much noise, that aint real son

I'm thinkin bout a SLR fuck how you feel son

And you don't make the noise to have a shot at the real ones yo'