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]