Test of Fame (Class of life 101)

I'm coming out of retirement like a kitchen knife

Slicing niggas from Adam's Apple to asshole

So get back if you was playing you asshole

I got em locked down like KG on defense

But my best offensive is my defensive

So I use these rapping mechanisms like they was remissive

Like the cancer you used to put in your brain

Before you started bumping Mr. Shakur

Like the dust and the grain

That was in your pockets before it shook you to your core

You was a broke nigga before you started eating

I used to be a rhythmless nigga before I started beating

This might not make sense to the bougie of the bourgeoisie

Cause their vision is clouded by all the money that they eyes can see

They don't know that they was hobos and no gos

Before they became heroes and zervos

In their parents basement drinking buds and coronas

But now they drinking chardonnay and fucking coronas

Niggas always lose their selves in the hype

But their fame can't even measure to their height

Them same niggas and bitches wasn't riding with you in the start

But now you eating, making cheddar now they start

To eat everything you say up like whoppers

But not everything so sweet with that cash just like whoppers

So don't believe everything a nigga or a bitch will tell you

Cause the test of life will always fail you