A-Q Lyrics
Class VS Clout is the 3rd track of this album. The lyrics of this solo track revealed how A-Q tackled the theme of authenticity in hip-hop, questioning what truly matters in the industry. With his characteristic lyricism, A-Q delivers a thought-provoking track that challenges listeners to think critically.
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Class VS Clout Lyrics
This is class not cloutTyping for some cloutMe I no fit shoutMe I no fit shoutNigga leave me aloneThis is class not cloutYou’re on your mobile phoneTyping for some cloutI’m making money movesMe I no fit shoutMy nigga leave me aloneMe I no fit shout
I don’t know where to startIs it the moneyIs it the fame that got a comparing statsSuperheroes don’t wear Rolexes when the fighting startsAnd we at war I know the villain in you ain’t buying thatAnd that’s on you let’s put our feeling aside and have a chatI know you care about climbing chartsI just need my whole family intactI know you care about selling recordsMe I care about my impactYou’re obsessed about streaming hacksI’m tryna bring the old feeling backI’m not accepting that drill trashY’all cowards better kill me somethingAin’t nobody believing thatTalk to me when you’re paying taxesHalf of y’all be sniffing “ahh”I can see it in your face you’re cappingI can tell by your lazy captionsHow your followers reading that?In a sec they on the gram to brag about bad spending habitsHalf the time it ain’t worth my timeNo investment’s just fashion vibesHalf of y’all really need my helpOther half wanna stop my grindThis is why it’s just me myself and II no fit kill myself walahiI no fit kill myself and die guy
This is class not cloutTyping for some cloutMe I no fit shoutMe I no fit shoutNigga leave me aloneThis is class not cloutYou’re on your mobile phoneTyping for some cloutI’m making money movesMe I no fit shoutMy nigga leave me aloneMe I no fit shout
Away players wanna steal pointsCrypto boys and meme coinsEverybody’s mama is forex tradingCompetition is mean muggingI’m still comingFeel it in the air like Phil CollinsTake what is yours don’t steal from meTake what is mine I kill for itThese bills pouringI’m not performing but I’m still touringStay off the net cause y’all informantsI don’t post picture I make announcementsNo location of my incomingsNever live that insta lifeNever been on Insta liveBugs bunnies holding props moneyMad combination like beans and ricePardon me I can’t sympathizeThey crashing out like meteoritesAll I see is some fallen starsThe universe had to dim their lightsNo luck around it can’t walk around itBottom feeders are not allowed inAll that money you made from browsing got you surrounded let’s talk about itI know you need those repostsI’m data seeking for infoI know you’re feeding your dopamineMe I’m feeding my kinfolksYou’re tryna work the algorithmI make the algorithm work for meYou’re tryna be an influencerI’m influential come work for me
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