First Class Trae tha Truth & Larry June

[Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
Please don't fuck up my vibe, I've been tryna grow
Lately, I feel like they energy been wrong (Izze the Producer)
Can't knock my hustle, no
My money first class blown
Can't fuck my vibe up, no
They energy too low

[Post-Chorus: Trae tha Truth]
First class, haters fuckin' up my vibe
Somethin' jumpin' out the trunk, hit two hundred when I slide (When I slide)
First class, haters fuckin' up my vibe (Fuckin' up my vibe)
First class, haters fuckin' up my vibe

[Verse 1: Trae tha Truth]
King of the streets, I'm wherever I need be
Somethin' in my trunk beat a nigga like Creed III
Got your woman callin' me to tell mе she need me
I hustle likе I'm hungry, if I want it, then feed me
Your reputation, I done tore it down, hatin', better slow it down
Legend when it come to my status, look what I made the town
Run up on the troop, won't be nobody leavin' safe and sound
Get an opp, treat him like I'm Joc, have it goin' down
Any time I let this money fly, it's goin' first class
Yeah, I'm out here baggin' with the best, that's my first task
Diamonds everywhere like they was shattered, dare you pick 'em up
Got them haters mad, hands in the air, stick 'em up
Naw, for real