Class In Session lyrics

[Intro]
(Mike G, you can't do this to 'em, man)

[Chorus: Quadeca & A1TH]
Take a seat (Huh?), class in session (Ayy!)
They put they hands up, but I didn't ask a question (Ha!)
Twelve years old, rappers see me, they be threatened (Uh-huh!)
Can't fit in XXL, but I'm still a freshman (God damn!)

[Verse 1: Quadeca]
Ooh, ooh, can't take anything they handing me (Uh-huh)
My haters know all of my songs, even more than the ones who are are stans of me (Ooh!)
These people can't handle me 'cause I ruin the dynamic of their family
They panic when they stand and see the man is me, "So handsome, I can't believe! Oh, can it be?"
It's like, "Okay, chill", I treat every beat just like I'm O. J.; kill (Ayy)
You know I'm a beast, so don't stay still, life got a lotta perks, but I don't take pills (Okay)

[Verse 2: A1TH & Quadeca]
I'ma be rhymin' and schemin' still (Yeah), I'm gettin' green, you're on lean and pills (Huh?)
Watchin' me up on the screen, got mill's, I'm in LA, know I'm clean with skills (Yeah, ayy!)

[Chorus: Quadeca & A1TH]
Take a seat (Huh?), class in session (Ayy!)
They put they hands up, but I didn't ask a question (Hah!)
Twelve years old, rappers see me, they be threatened (Uh-huh!)
Can't fit in XXL, but I'm still a freshman (Okay!)
[Verse 3: A1TH]
They call me A1TH, I'm hoppin' out the Wraith (What?)
Oh, sorry, it's a Lambo', oops, my mistake (Hah!)
If you're hearing 'bout this now, know you're late (You're late)
Turn this beat to ashes like you was born in my state (God damn!)
My name is A1TH, but I'm still in first place
Pulled up-pulled up to the booth, did my verse on the first take (Huh?)

[Interlude: Quadeca]
Bruh, how am I supposed to follow that? (Uh, I don't know)

[Chorus: Quadeca & A1TH]
Take a seat (Huh?), class in session (Ayy!)
They put they hands up, but I didn't ask a question (Hah!)
Twelve years old, rappers see me, they be threatened (Uh-huh!)
Can't fit in XXL, but I'm still a freshman (Ayy, okay)

[Verse 4: Quadeca]
To every other rapper, it's Memorial Day (Hi!)
I'm cleanin' up like Dax, the janitorial way (Sweep, sweep!)
I'm p*ssin' on your grave, the territorial way (Ahahaha!)
When I ask "Are you dumb?", it's the rhetorical way, okay? Uh (Stupid!)
Back to the bank, back in the way, back in the day, uh (God damn!)
They laughed at my face, look back to today, got nothin' to say, uh (Uh-huh)
I really been going the distance from one to a hundred-K, now what can I say? (Ooh!)
I multiplied it by twenty or whatever number you may, uh! (Okay!)
[Verse 5: A1TH]
Whatever the record is, you know that I'ma be settin' it straight (Huh?)
You know I'm next up and all of you in an irrelevant place (Yeah)
Your songs are surface level, I gotta elevate (What?)
You and your mic need to get a divorce, time to separate (Okay)

[Interlude: Quadeca & A1TH]
That was fire, man
Uh, that'll be 10K for the feature, though
What?

[Chorus: Quadeca & A1TH]
Take a seat (Huh?), class in session (Ayy!)
They put they hands up, but I didn't ask a question (Hah!)
Twelve years old, rappers see me, they be threatened (Uh-huh!)
Can't fit in XXL, but I'm still a freshman (Okay!)