Tip Son

I still got dreams from that lil shit man I can't even cap

Back thuggin on that trap

Was rollin up and ain't even have no rap

My woods be sticky check yo lip and you can see the sap

Sneak dissin in his post but when when he see me tryna give me dap

And I be tryna play my part but I don't play like that

Don't get this shit confused was with ma dukes we slept on cots and mats

And how the hell they got opinions but don't like the facts

Careful how you move you pick a side it ain't no going back

I still be trappin hittin licks just for the income

Turnt up everyday no other way until the feds come