(Intro)
Uh,
Class is now in session
Hey Diggy, think I should hit ‘em with a couple bars?

(Verse 1)
Uh, Check my empty pocket swag.
I tell ‘em rock some chucks, they got a cheaper price tag, uh.
50 bucks to lace ‘em up and look cleaner.
Cuz they put the perfect finishing touches on my demeanor.
They’re all black, so they call me grim reaper.
Man, I’m bringing death to all these instrumentals at my leisure.
And these peeps are sleeping on me, but they’ll all start having seizures
Once they open up their ears, they’ll follow me like the leader.
Pied piper on the track, they’ll be catching Eske Fever.
Try to copy every feature, but I tell them that I won’t ever stop..

(Hook)

I Keep my Locs up on the brim of my fitted Red White sox hat,
you can see it in the stiching. yeah
And the shades are off the five dollar bargain rack
Cuz I can’t afford to get my favorite pair of Oakley’s back.
So you know that I’m not buying my beats.
I’m a broke college student trying to make ends meet.
Recording songs on GarageBand, yet I’m still making heat.
But it’s hard to compete when they got mics to make their voice pop.
While the only one I’m using is built in my laptop.
Yet my head’s still in the clouds and I know that that won’t ever stop.

(Hook)

(Bridge)
Copy, paste. There’s no time to waste.
I’m recording my first mixtape so these people better brace.
Class is now in fucking session, so I run to it with haste.
Teacher saying, “Once again you’re late. Sit down and take your place.”
While I scramble to take notes so I won’t be a disgrace to my parents.
But I tell them I love hip-hop and I won’t ever stop.