(Intro)
Eske
That Class In Session shit
Yeah

(Verse 1)
Well, you can catch me routin’ in the Civic, all black, with the roof open
Scotty’s rollin up a blunt with buds that’s ripened for the toking.
Yeah, I’m pretty damn outspoken, cuz I speak whats on my mind.
So tell me would you think the same about me if you were blind?
the color of my skin does not define the way I rhyme.
I just do this shit for me, I’m having fun most of the time
But these people that chime in tell me exactly how I should rap
Bitch, step your ass back before I spit hot magma
Yeah they call me mount Vesuvius, you bitches are pompei.
And yes, I’m from the suburbs, but that fact does not allay My flow at all.
I stand tall, they’re appalled with my demeanor.
I’m The kid that’s slackin’ off in school, I skip to smoke some reefer.
Barely listen to the teacher, and my parents have good money
Yet I’m paying my own way, so many loans it isn’t funny.
They say that school pays off, I just hope it works out for me.
‘Till then I’ll just keep rappin’ bout the days that most deem “glory”
and Yeah, I’m talking college, man this shit is far from boring.
I’ve been here three years, but I’m still only exploring
And learning about this city known for brewing lots of beer.
But my home is in Chicago, It’s the place I hold so dear
To my heart. It’s a part of me that will not ever leave.
Best believe that I’ll be repping it, I wear it on my sleeve.
Yeah Gambino is a mastermind, but I am not too far behind.
Haters go to beddy-bye they’re just like Luca Brasi
They’re sleeping with the fishes while I’m piling up the bodies.
My rhymes is going fast man, just call me Ricky Bobby.
I’m posin’ for the frame with my motherfuckin’ Posse
While these haters keep on jeering, I’ll stick with my favorite hobby yeah.

Yeah, uh
Yeah, uh

(Verse 2)
I just finished junior year, man the time is flying by.
Only one more year in college, and I cannot even lie.
I just fear my graduation, what if things will go awry?
What if I can’t find a job, or find a place to live nearby?
Theres so much to figure out, but these problems I evade.
cuz I can’t help but linger on all these memories I’ve made.
And the friends that have my back through the thick and through the thin.
They provide me with the aid and confidence I need to win.
Think I would have laid down tracks without support from them? Think again.
When the haters talk they tell me every things okay and then
I pick myself back up and wipe the dust off of my clothes.
I know things that make me happy, other people could just loathe.
But since I don’t give a shit, much like fucking constipation
I’ll still be making music that speaks bout my elations
And sometimes my frustrations that I have from day to day.
So to deal with all this shit, I’ll crack a bottle of Bombay.
Stay away from any yay, but I keep a bag of sticky.
Pack a chillum up with scotty and just cruise around the city.
Keep rhymin’ till my lungs give out and don’t have nothing left.
I’m not asking you to like me, I just want some damn respect, shit.
Let me do me and you do you.
Get a clue dude, high school has been over and through.
We grew up and moved on, haven’t you done it too?
This is college motherfucker, Yeah I thought that you knew.
Sky High Clique’s up in this bitch, go ahead and grab a brew
We can crack a couple bottles, man you know how we do.
Mix it with a bit of weed and see what actions ensue.
Class is now in session bitch, yeah it’s Eske’s debut.
I’ll be here for awhile with the regular crew.
While Stayin true to the person that I am.
I don’t really give a damn about these judging motherfuckers,
So I’ll keep on going ham. That’s really the only plan
I just stick with having fun and smoking weed and drinking liquor
Simply cuz I fucking can. I’m in college here my man.
It’s the place that you can rage and people won’t misunderstand.
So I do what I want until I get myself straight banned to Neverland, uh.

Class In Session, Bitch (Grunt)
It's that Rick Ross grunt on ya
Yeah, (Grunt)