if ya got class tip ya glass if ya got class tip ya glass 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 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 