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Tip-Off

by Eric Martin

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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 

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