Letras
First lesson, class in session
It's me, your prof, JT
Teachin' you how to flex, how to shine
How to make 'em believe. Let's get it
(make it like their song but each like each not their song)
Yeah, I'm out here, movin' weight, see the hustle, (grrr)
Midnight murderer makin' music videos
Make sure the Feds see it, no buster, (nope!)
Heavy in the game, flexin' like I'm makin' muscle
Rappin' 'bout all these bitches, but baby mama?
Nah, don't trust her. (Don't trust no ho!)
Drippin' on these haters, like my chain's a puddle
Migos with the flow, got 'em all in trouble
Talkin' big game, but y'all don't wanna tussle
Make 'em all bow down, like a dog, I muzzle
I'm flexin' like I got the plug, fuck you mean? (Huh?)
Bottles poppin', poppin' bottles, poppin' models
Models, poppin' shawty's on the scene
Ain't no cap, you see the stacks, it's obscene
Whole squad lookin' clean, like a damn dream
And that's for the drill Sergeants and trap lords
Fuckin' pansies bringing bore
Cawn show 'em how to put it on the flo'
Hahaha
They gonna hate us for this one JT
Oh well (Oh Well)
Haha
They tryna keep up but they fallin' behind
Chasin' fake dreams, fake scenes
Fuckin' made up in their minds
We out here movin', maneuverin'
No need to rewind
They losin', stuck manure-in
Yeah you the shit hun, no provin'
Ain't no stoppin' us, we destined to shine
We got the heat, we got the grind
We run a fleet, they runnin' behind
Not makin' ends meet, we fuckin' thrive
This the first lesson, class is in session
Yeahhh, class is in session
We got the heat, we got the grind
We run a fleet, they runnin' behind
Not makin' ends meet, we fuckin' thrive
This the first lesson, class is in session
Yeahhh, class is in session
Uh, next up we gonna say some shit
Under our breath so no one can hear
Ooooohhh, I'm in pain but my chain still shiiiininnn' (yeaaaa)
Spent a hunnid racks just to stop me from cryyyyin' (whooaaa)
Shawty left me but my Lambo got dooors that go flyyyyin' (skrrt skrrt)
I autotuuuune my life, I can't even stop lyyyyyin' (nah nahhh)
Baaaby whyyy you leeeaavin' I got mooooney than sense (whooaa)
Bought you a Birkinnn just to flexxx on my exxx (yeaaa)
Every damn song, I just siiiing and I flexxx (oohhh)
High pitch voiiice, so they think I'm depressed (nooo)
Took a trip to Dubaiiiii to go cry in the sandddd (cryyyy)
But my rollie too flooded, left a puddle in the laaand (drip drip)
I got diamonds on my teeeth and they shiiine when I siiiiing (brrr)
I'm a sad little robot but I'm rich as a kiiiiingggg
Caaawwn please turn off the auuutootune
I feel like I'm drowninnn in a lagaguuuuun
Hahah stupid JT
They tryna keep up but they fallin' behind
Chasin' fake dreams, fake scenes
Fuckin' made up in their minds
We out here movin', maneuverin'
No need to rewind
They losin', stuck manure-in
Yeah you the shit hun, no provin'
Ain't no stoppin' us, we destined to shine
We got the heat, we got the grind
We run a fleet, they runnin' behind
Not makin' ends meet, we fuckin' thrive
This the first lesson, class is in session
Yeahhh, class is in session
We got the heat, we got the grind
We run a fleet, they runnin' behind
Not makin' ends meet, we fuckin' thrive
This the first lesson, class is in session
Yeahhh, class is in session
They tryna keep up but they fallin' behind
Chasin' fake dreams, fake scenes
Fuckin' made up in their minds
We out here movin', maneuverin'
No need to rewind
They losin', stuck manure-in
Yeah you the shit hun, no provin'
Ain't no stoppin' us, we destined to shine
We got the heat, we got the grind
We run a fleet, they runnin' behind
Not makin' ends meet, we fuckin' thrive
This the first lesson, class is in session
Yeahhh, class is in session
We got the heat, we got the grind
We run a fleet, they runnin' behind
Not makin' ends meet, we fuckin' thrive
This the first lesson, class is in session
Yeahhh, class is in session
(get 'em JT)
Uh, next up we gotta flex and finesse
Get ready for this one, feel the clean flow hit
(hey, nice)
Look—
I ain't need no gimmicks, just bars and ambition
I'm climbin' to the top while you're stuck on the mission
No auto-tune, just real shit—no cap in the kitchen
I'm the chef in the game, you can taste what I'm whippin'
Check the stats, check the moves I'm makin'
Money long, but the haters still fakin'
I see the fear in their eyes—y'all shakin'
While I'm out here takin' over, no mistakin'
Real talk—ain't no need for the noise or the drama
I'm here to put in work, not just flex on the comma
Look at my wrist, that's a whole new persona
I came from the bottom, now I'm climbin' like a goner
I'm here to stay, no one's takin' my place
Hahaha!
I'm here to stay, no one's takin' my place
I'm Captain Jack Taylor