الأغاني:
Class Act

local but thanks to all the haters I know G4 pilots on a first name basis In your city faded off the brown, Nino She insists she got more class, we know

bitch So ladies We just ain't talkin' 'bout you 'Cause some of you'll niggas Is bitches too I knew this guy That was never that fly Couldn't act cool

the ring while they at it, do my thing while I got it Play strings for the dramatic, ain't none of that whack shit Act like I ain't had a belt in two classes

All they left was the yellow tape in his shoes It's real when the funeral wait to make the news [Incomprehensible] so we six up on 'em So when they act

L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) Face and body front and back, don't know how to act Without no vouchers

a be the best And I'm a give you top shelf baby nuttin less Front door to the, front row Whatever, you need just let, Bun know (Bun know) First class

use me up Until you use me up Oh sometimes, yeah, it's true you really do abuse me You get me in a crowd of high class people And then you act real

it up, bag it up (repeat 1, 1, 1, 1) (Verse 2) She's got class and style Street knowledge by the pow Baby never act wild Very low key on the

father identifyin' his child from a photo of the plan, with his brains blown out now. Lets rewind to where it all took place, started off in math class