Only1Tipy and Yo Sis - The Hand Off

Give them that lyrical spiritual
Something they can listen to
Swear I get a high every time I hit the booth
Outer body shit,got me out the physical
Give them something original
Something like adidas
Started in clubs now we in arenas
Now we in the field started in the bleachers
Now they hating they ain't gotta valid reason
Yo they'll hate you for nothing
Got my sis back I ain't changing for nothing
Loyalty over the currency
Come like emergencies
No I won't change it for nothing
Probably on purple like a Q-Dog
Live life in the purple like a Q-Dog
Bout to hit another island just flew off
Passport full I need 2 dog

First off, take a bow to the king
Now I'm 'bout to go in
Won't waste my pen 'bout who's doubtin' my shit
Blew the top off the boxes and labels they gave me
And now I'm just out here counting my gifts
Empowering kids
Tryna stay on the right track so I just rerouted my trip
Blew the stank on the thang in the booth w my dude
And Tipy don't care how loud that shit is
Rowdiness is what rowdiness did
Hating takes work now they pouting in shifts like how do they win?
How do they win?
When you come against a blessing
A blessing must then get blessed exponentially like hittin' hourly shifts
The application of your time and effort could potentially become expensive
A little word to the wise
That's how we live
So, how are we winning?
Man, it all sounds so silly
Like being on both sides of every coin and asking how do you flip it?
You flip it to only1tipy
Cuz when only1tipy gets it...
A win turns into two until winning is the business!

About my business like a three piece suite
Ten thousand hours overtime for you
So my time in a half going through the roof
A muthafuckin' made man let's show them the proof
Take off a load
Still doing deals on the phone
Walking around in my new robe
I'm feeling myself
I told promoters I want a million a show

I got hope in the soul
Focused on goals
Rhymes so sick like they're blowing their nose
Gross, yo, where you goin?
Man, I don't know
I'm just growing
Making major transformations like my soul just got a sew in
We so in
Use poems to keep folks from feeling hopeless
We so lit
We feel like a light source
Believe me, i'd like more
But my definition of success... It just ain't nothing like yours
I be overseas on the line with PDC increasing my life force
I'm just tryna stay the right course
Bruh, what the fuck are you hype for?
We dont start shit but we can handle it
And we can't save you, bruh, but we can keep a candle lit
I don't know about you but im tryna move from the youth
To the schools, to the prisons, and the trap house
I'm writing wisdom until i pass out
Oh! And I'm still writing poems sometimes I just recite an fast now
Whoa! It's kinda like how I lash out
Like mascara and extentions
I'm smelling like a million bucks and looking like I'm mixed with good intentions
Ha! If you can't laugh at yourself
I feel like that's bad for your health
Work for your wealth
Be assertive as hell
You can shake it. Shake it, dont break it
Girl, you hurting yourself
A little whisper in your ear from the realest
I'll show you what the deal is
See, baby, they aint gotta like me
I just pray to god they feel this
We healing spirits
Pay attention real quick
You'll miss it
Tipy burns so much herb that boy thinks he's living holistic
All these rappers are real cute but everybody is saying the same thing
Ain't none of us got a clue
We all just playing the same game
But from a certain perspective, since we're all connected, like electric...
To you through me
There could be a blessing for you to see
A message, for you to reach
May the expression of my truth ever be present on a youtube beat, son
We done

Written by:
Cassaundra Bingaman, Trevell Franklin

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