A tip to someone young and coming up in this * And let me tell you what you do, you teach, tell you ain't * **** up in the IG, get up in the email Find something in it and then humble that bitch Get a 8-ball and then fumble that bitch Cover that * and make a hundred right back It ought to be illegal to make a money like this So it is, do what everybody say, I can't tell, yeah I ain't have to thank for the arm and hammer For these niggas, what's he thinkin' bout Atlanta? Lil' bank head nigga, I'll fold your roll With a snub, no shot like Buds Ball Don't try one, can't take six of us Plus you might get shot, no fisticuffs I can't get real life, tryin' to tell my lights cut off And life is * off, till the end of Rick Kept me in Miami, ducked off Somewhere on Biscayne, ridin' in Limbo Ayy, where your bitch go? And where her pass go? Turnin' around, automatic Mendo If her feet * up, hangin' out her sandals On that mob *, like Marlon Brando Smokin' weed, trappin', standin' under the lamppost For real, all a nigga ever done Would come up on the bed, turn around and get another one Then how I came upon a bunch of money And a bunch of motherfuckers tryin' to find a way to get it from me Avoid the red team, proceed to red paint Nowadays, these niggas be so goddamn faint And I can't stand things that are pretending Hear you speak, you're so condescending Say, * that wife with your diamonds in it Stimulate the economy Buy Rolls Royce and hold your horse Niggas talk loud but got no voice Better follow that line or leave, no choice And I ain't finna play about that It's really all a nigga care to say about that Bus Dedicated to all the buses We just bussin' T.I.P. R.A.P. A.T.L. to Raleigh, North Carolina But I was born and raised in Slow hill, 252, Green County, all day, yeah Where I'm from, some niggas do die Some women do bust, everybody got fire I ain't never done street *, dressed too fly To get down, lay down, born way too high Hood divide, I've seen the lies, seen the drugs Seen the love, all of it in for pride Used to date George Dylan in my past life Dream boom, farm smoke just the past night Potential bigger than a Miami man Real nigga look up to me, honestly And my old whip, that old *, the 95 Used to 95 whip back in 99 I had a real job full, I can legally drive Return push and a kick-ass ride Bustin' rhymes, bustin' rhymes, bustin' nines Y'all doin' that, y'all is wild Tell your child they ain't gotta walk or run the mile We ran the course and y'all can stop Tip him back, the tip of that, I tip him over He dead, yeah, yeah, I know him, motherfuckin' * Know him, know him, haha, big boat, bitch, uh Look, I can walk underwater, ah I care to say, I care about y'all, care about love Care about God, carry the cross, don't get carried away Overcarry the flaws, motherfucker, they don't care about us Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson I punch him out, motherfucker, what happened here? Tip, ***, kill it Motherfucker back, how the * you feelin'? Ah!