A-Q feat. M.I Abaga – A Class Act Lyrics

Even if be clout chaser

Even back when am without paper

Lay back from the time when I wake up

To the daytime to the sky turn red eye

Make my way to the pinnacle

?? benefits when we didn’t ?

Cooking the fuck the junk I ? the bank

Bump the rumps and make me bank

Stomps me sometimes

Got to be on guard as you rattle wings sometimes

You gat to flee sometimes

When the hate wakes me up I can’t sleep sometimes

So then I remember this rappers can’t eat sometimes

Because how unique i rhyme

I guess it’s cos when you the GOATyou forget about the sheep sometimes

Forgive you when giving the pass

I wish you do last but do what you do best

Have taken the bullet so you can keep playing ??

The space in my heart that

I have for you now sign on it written the sign that you last

Next time you fuck with me know that punishment is love and

I promise to love you to death

The things in this game is surprise and just ?

They try to be victorious until you show that you vicious

Am not superstitious but

I don’t need none of you niggers around me no more

And this expedition was brought to you by AQ ?

What’s the plans eviction now

I just wanna be a billionaire

I just wanna be a billionaire

And it’s so close I feel it in the air

My competition still lives in fear

My faith is not religion it’s called ?

My proposition is ?

Keep your plaques and souvenirs

Loose yourself and you will see me there

Am a risk taker not a hit maker

No imitator but am good with data

Script and java foresee the sales

Hard copies are still retailed

Merchandise are soon revealed

Record labels wanna see me fail cos

I go against their blue print

Signing rappers with new income

and stay on track if don’t derails

Never call me no celebrity

Am a hustler with integrity

What am selling is not remedy

It’s a way out of uncertainty

Doors closed up and I found the windows

Traffic hold up I found the free roads

I could start from zero and make it back

Ten years from now I will play this back

No lies told how I rose

It is God in heaven not my own

Navigating the game one eye closed

From the slum I rose, I compose

And if we go ? we gotta while spraying

Now was on my knees praying Amen

Niggers know me you can tell my fragrance

All about the green light grazing, craving

?? seen war, been scared

Now I wanna see God

But I see frauds

False prophets and doctrines to your offsprings

White shirt with cuff links

Vaseline and church rings

Rape case ona daily basis

Child abuse and I hate to say these

it happens in places you say your graces

There will be casualties when I leave

Pakiston Mohammed Ali

Life has a way of getting back at you

I will be waiting though but until then the ? is closed