Tip-Off Lyrics

Don't it feel good when you finally get yours  

Talking dreams not rich poor  

I will admit I'm kinda pissed off  

Cause I been cutting like a gym star  

And they just wanting me to bench warm  

I need my soul filled  

Lost a sense ain't got no feels, this shit is so real  

Nana raised me on the oatmeal 

I'm strong willed, well suited how they been riding my coat tails  

It's like, you can't teach what God blessed me with 

Nine times out of ten y'all on defense  

Fear no evil, my pride in sequence  

Blind to hate now, to say it is needless 

I done my hands in things I ain't have no business in  

But I had to get some business in 

You speaking tired we ain't Michelin  

Girl its deuces only see me when they talking dividends  

Beep, Beep 

Caught up in my lane, I gotta focus on me  

The devil keep on tryna get a hold onto me  

And I won't ever let 'em get control over me 

Cause I know what I need 

So I creep, creep  

Keep it all discreet 

Hustle hard give it all talking each week  

I get mine, you get yours 

We getting started off the tip off 

They saying who would've thought, nigga me  

We had to pay this isn't free, it ain't easy please believe  

Felt like god was playing hide and seek with the key 

No matter how they wear it, it ain't never what it seems  

It's beautiful here, we choose what we wear  

I kept playing for the seat it was musical chairs  

I can finally sit and plan out a lucrative year  

It's hard to see but it's feelings, we vision impaired  

I had a lil shorty stressing me cause I don't got much time 

Mama you want steak or the lunch line 

Listen I don't know about you but I want mine  

So shit, the last thing up on my brain is the pics in the sunshine 

What y'all want me to do, stand to side  

Watch my demise 

Discard my plan to survive  

Just give it up to god, right  

Yeah nigga I bet, I'm going until it's no time left woah

Beep, Beep 

Caught up in my lane, I gotta focus on me  

The devil keep on tryna get a hold onto me  

And I won't ever let 'em get control over me 

Cause I know what I need 

So I creep, creep  

Keep it all discreet 

Hustle hard give it all talking each week  

I get mine, you get yours 

We getting started off the tip off