[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,
Breaking 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]
If ya got class
Tip ya glass
If ya got class (let me see it)
Tip ya glass

[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 planking,
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]
If ya got class
Tip ya glass
If ya got class (let me see it)
Tip ya glass

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