Class talk

Look, my foot on the gas, I won't step on the brake Y'all hate my first song, y'all must think that I'm Drake It's really not easy to spot the real from the fake They try to come back, but they bite like a snake Knock out this beat, I put Paul in the jake This song is clean, so it took 30 to make Look, they say I'm trash, but they still want a feature They really just sound like a little cheerleader Shout out Ms. Preast she's really my leader I'm trying at school, and I'm not just a sleeper Speak in my mind, and I'm getting real deeper I'm on the field, and you in the bleacher Shout out Ms. Kelch, the number one teacher I gotta step back, and take me a breather They say I can't rap, but they really my fan And I don't really care, cause I know I'm the man I'm flying first class as I go to Japan And I'm white as can be, and I'm not even 10 Just a redhead with some food on my hand And I love making music you won't understand And you don't have to love it, it's not a command Just please do not hate, cause this is my plan My foot on the gas, I won't step off the brake Y'all hate my first song, y'all must think that I'm Drake It's really not easy to spot the real from the fake They try to come back, but they bite like a snake Knock out this beat, I put Paul in the jake Me and my guys, and we land at Lulay I am 16, and I'm rapping in school I do it for fun, just to be cool I'm passing my classes, my number one rule I just wanna speak, I use rap as a tool Pick up a jaw, I don't want you to drool Hate on my music, I use it as fuel Capping my raps, I don't mean to be cruel Look at my songs, I've been dreaming them through I'm underrated, I feel like I'm Jordan Poole My foot on the gas, I won't step on the brake Y'all hate my first song, y'all must think that I'm Drake It's really not easy to spot the real from the fake They try to come back, but they bite like a snake Knock out this beat, I put Paul in the jake Me and my guys, and we land at Loot Lake