(Intro)
Class In Session, bitch (laugh)
Eske on the beat

(Verse 1(
Gucci, Louis, Kenneth Cole, and Dolce and Gabana
That shits way too expensive man, so I don’t even bother.
Got my own swag, and I stay avoiding coppers
Cuz I got a bag of medicine I picked up from the doctor.
Smoking on that poplar while I’m cruising in my latest whip.
Ford Expedition with the black leather steering grip.
kickers in the back with the Kenwood logo
The left one’s Alex Morgan and the right is Hope Solo.
Block going loco, screaming “Turn your fucking music down.”
But I don’t give a fuck, so I’ll blare it all around the town.
Rock a pair of chucks, they’re my favorite type of shoes
And I’m spewing out the illest shit, chillin with my crew
Scott, Gleason, B-rad, Leske, and my boy Brian B.
Sky High Clique is posted in the spot with some smelly tree.
Don’t you see? We spend all day getting rowdy.
Cuz just like Trelly-G, man I’m in Milwaukee County

Class In Session, bitch (laugh)
(yeah)
Eske (yeah, uh)

(Verse 2)
I drink a fifth of vodka like I’m living in the Kremlin.
A creature on the beat, man I’m sorta like a Gremlin.
Don’t feed me past eleven, or maybe it was mignight?
Either way, I’ll light this J to gain some fucking insight.
Hold on tight, or this shit will hit you like a pile of bricks.
And if you don’t like my music, you can suck a bag of dicks.
Threw some Louie C.K. in the motherfucking mix.
And These little hater pricks are trying to get me to quit.
I won’t ever give it up, cuz I’m too good at this shit.
And My skill comes from my wit, which all comes from getting lit .
I’m the most creative stoner that has ever tried to spit.
So my teeth are staying grit, cuz I got my boys with me.
And I don’t like Soulja Boy, but we’re all getting silly.
Oh you got problems? Well, bitch I got a Milli
So I split this philly, and break some nugget down.
Cuz your problems don’t matter if your feet aren’t on the ground.