Tippy Top Lyrics

A troublesome young nigga in the streets

I swear it really made my momma cry

I found my calling and a nigga went crazy

Rapping in the studio and selling 8ths for $35

I'm tryna make it by

I had to put my head down and focus on the cheese and my mental

A breed of the ghetto, believe I'm a veteran

And i'ma run it up until a nigga at the tippy top

at the tippy top

Ask yourself what you would sacrifice to trade the cards that god put in your hands

These nights I'm moving smarter

I'm a shark within the water

My drip be bora bora, I gotta get it any means

Shawty said she feel my aura, yes she like my inner-g (energy)

Because I'm moving different

I feel so far gone created distance

They can't pick a team they be switching, which one is it?

I be on the phone with Tiny we painting pictures

We plotting on the vision, practicing what we spitting

In the Bible reading passages, I'm feeling like a pacifist

My mind it race at night, no wonder I can't sleep imagine this

Running these plays but I'm cautious cause they watching

And I had to run it up, I ain't have no other option

Speak from your heart let out that fire that they call passion

I been on my grind ain't been this inspired in a couple days

Put in work now all these bitches he don't know they be feeling a way

Cause a young nigga popping off

A troublesome young nigga in the streets

I swear it really made my momma cry

I found my calling and a nigga went crazy

Rapping in the studio and selling 8ths for $35

I'm tryna make it by

I had to put my head down and focus on the cheese and my mental

A breed of the ghetto, believe I'm a veteran

And i'ma run it up until a nigga at the tippy top

at the tippy top

And I won't fucking stop until a nigga really make it, make it

Cause when you going through it be hard to have some patience

For the ones that I love I just gotta make a way

I'ma run it up this year

I'm tired of running out of fear, I have to hold my own.

Seen niggas change, switch up, it hurts my souls

Cut them off, no I won't look back

A troublesome young nigga in the streets

I swear it really made my momma cry

I found my calling and a nigga went crazy

Rapping in the studio and selling 8ths for $35

I'm tryna make it by

I had to put my head down and focus on the cheese and my mental

A breed of the ghetto, believe I'm a veteran

And I'ma run it up until a nigga at the tippy top

at the tippy top