A-Q – Class VS Clout Lyrics
Class VS Clout stands as the third track on A-Q’s God’s Engineering 3 album. In this solo piece, A-Q dives deep into the state of hip-hop, confronting the growing obsession with fame over substance.
With razor-sharp bars and thoughtful delivery, he challenges the industry’s priorities, urging listeners to value authenticity and longevity over hype. Read the full lyrics below.
Listen to God’s Engineering 3 Album here
Class VS Clout Lyrics
This is class not clout
Typing for some clout
Me I no fit shout
Me I no fit shout
Nigga leave me alone
This is class not clout
You’re on your mobile phone
Typing for some clout
I’m making money moves
Me I no fit shout
My nigga leave me alone
Me I no fit shout
I don’t know where to start
Is it the money
Is it the fame that got a comparing stats
Superheroes don’t wear Rolexes when the fighting starts
And we at war I know the villain in you ain’t buying that
And that’s on you let’s put our feeling aside and have a chat
I know you care about climbing charts
I just need my whole family intact
I know you care about selling records
Me I care about my impact
You’re obsessed about streaming hacks
I’m tryna bring the old feeling back
I’m not accepting that drill trash
Y’all cowards better kill me something
Ain’t nobody believing that
Talk to me when you’re paying taxes
Half of y’all be sniffing “ahh”
I can see it in your face you’re capping
I can tell by your lazy captions
How your followers reading that?
In a sec they on the gram to brag about bad spending habits
Half the time it ain’t worth my time
No investment’s just fashion vibes
Half of y’all really need my help
Other half wanna stop my grind
This is why it’s just me myself and I
I no fit kill myself walahi
I no fit kill myself and die guy
This is class not clout
Typing for some clout
Me I no fit shout
Me I no fit shout
Nigga leave me alone
This is class not clout
You’re on your mobile phone
Typing for some clout
I’m making money moves
Me I no fit shout
My nigga leave me alone
Me I no fit shout
Away players wanna steal points
Crypto boys and meme coins
Everybody’s mama is forex trading
Competition is mean mugging
I’m still coming
Feel it in the air like Phil Collins
Take what is yours don’t steal from me
Take what is mine I kill for it
These bills pouring
I’m not performing but I’m still touring
Stay off the net cause y’all informants
I don’t post picture I make announcements
No location of my incomings
Never live that insta life
Never been on Insta live
Bugs bunnies holding props money
Mad combination like beans and rice
Pardon me I can’t sympathize
They crashing out like meteorites
All I see is some fallen stars
The universe had to dim their lights
No luck around it can’t walk around it
Bottom feeders are not allowed in
All that money you made from browsing got you surrounded let’s talk about it
I know you need those reposts
I’m data seeking for info
I know you’re feeding your dopamine
Me I’m feeding my kinfolks
You’re tryna work the algorithm
I make the algorithm work for me
You’re tryna be an influencer
I’m influential come work for me
