Tip Your Glass

[Hook]
If ya got class
Tip ya glass
If ya got class (let me see it)
Tip ya glass

[Verse 1]
I graduated from this swag, now it's modus operandi
Bikini bottom of my chick, call her Sandy
You bust a lyrical backflip I'll pop the brandy
Messin with these young mothers while I'm tryna make the Grammys
The Grammys, the Grammys, you don't understand me
I got big dreams for my niggas in my family
You can see them on the towline, breakin' barriers
I step across the Jim Crow line, so fine
Rewind, thank you, two times
Spittin' at these niggas like I'm givin' out shoeshines
And I does it with such finesse
Aim for the moon, ain't settled for nothin' less
But if I fall among the stars, I'mma take over the Sun
Let the heat sear through my flesh 'til I'm done
And if I take on these lessons and convert it to disstressin'
I'm confessing that this weapon will have all my battles won

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm now a gentlemen
I used to be a young chap, but now I'm handling
All the things I needed to get rid of these scandals and
This is chapter 1 I've long sent the preambles in
Catch ya focus, failure you can't afford
These young niggas is plankin', I was tryna make the board
Of executives, the lesson is I make ya respect the kid
All these dudes fire, I show you want electric is
The swag's in the bag, but nigga, it seems cystic
It means your style's stolen you could check the linguistics
I represent the guts, now just need the glory
And you can tip your glass to that, true story
Toast, where's the promotion?
Failure's not an opinion and I so resent the notion
Heard there was a party, I'm just tryna make my way in
Everybody's dressed to the T and I'm sayin'

[Hook]