CHIN DON
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Wait, listen
Hold your applause
Smoking like a broken exhaust
A year full of blessings, learned how to cope with a loss
Put my feelings on the paper, hit Sto for the sauce
Spit the coldest shit and wait until my vocals defrost
9 to 5 is how you survive, I ain't tryna survive
I'm tryna live it to the limit, every hour and minute
All my powers infinite, get my flowers and win it
Till it rain meteor showers I'm thousand percenting
Move smooth through the rooms full of vultures
Always stay in tune with the culture, the tunes for the culture
Feel like I been doing what I'm 'posed to
Imma end up in ya room on a poster, look
Whipping the 3 series, next year I'm copping the 7
They tryna form against me, nobody stopping this weapon
On ya block and I'm steppin' nobody stopping this message
And waking up this morning right at the top of my blessings
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Chin don, here's a toast for the guys
About to take over told em don't be surprised
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Chin don, here's a toast for the guys
About to take over told em don't be surprised, yeah
Listen, a diff breed, tryna tell 'em the kids mean
I was bumping Dilla beat tapes at 15
A student of my craft, it's obvious in the tracks
I'm definitely getting paid I'm prolly getting the plaques
Daydreaming bout Grammy speeches
Stay scheming stay skiing
Vaycaying to snowy mountains and Sandy beaches
Put in labor still enjoying the fruits
We at war and I'm deploying the troops
Yeah, yo
This the year I'm going all in
On my grandmother when I'm steppin out they gon know I'm ballin'
Buckets keep falling, labels keep callin'
Eternally grateful to those that's still supportin'
To more life, more reaching the goals
And more family time, and more speaking my soul
To more excellence, more going places that we never been
One last thing toast to more dead presidents
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Chin don, here's a toast for the guys
About to take over told em don't be surprised
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Chin don, here's a toast for the guys
About to take over told em don't be surprised, yeah
DUMMY
It's Rey, Butta
1942 inside ya glass cup
Wait, listen
Hold your applause
Smoking like a broken exhaust
A year full of blessings, learned how to cope with a loss
Put my feelings on the paper, hit Sto for the sauce
Spit the coldest shit and wait until my vocals defrost
9 to 5 is how you survive, I ain't tryna survive
I'm tryna live it to the limit, every hour and minute
All my powers infinite, get my flowers and win it
Till it rain meteor showers I'm thousand percenting
Move smooth through the rooms full of vultures
Always stay in tune with the culture, the tunes for the culture
Feel like I been doing what I'm 'posed to
Imma end up in ya room on a poster, look
Whipping the 3 series, next year I'm copping the 7
They tryna form against me, nobody stopping this weapon
On ya block and I'm steppin' nobody stopping this message
And waking up this morning right at the top of my blessings
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Chin don, here's a toast for the guys
About to take over told em don't be surprised
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Chin don, here's a toast for the guys
About to take over told em don't be surprised, yeah
Listen, a diff breed, tryna tell 'em the kids mean
I was bumping Dilla beat tapes at 15
A student of my craft, it's obvious in the tracks
I'm definitely getting paid I'm prolly getting the plaques
Daydreaming bout Grammy speeches
Stay scheming stay skiing
Vaycaying to snowy mountains and Sandy beaches
Put in labor still enjoying the fruits
We at war and I'm deploying the troops
Yeah, yo
This the year I'm going all in
On my grandmother when I'm steppin out they gon know I'm ballin'
Buckets keep falling, labels keep callin'
Eternally grateful to those that's still supportin'
To more life, more reaching the goals
And more family time, and more speaking my soul
To more excellence, more going places that we never been
One last thing toast to more dead presidents
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Chin don, here's a toast for the guys
About to take over told em don't be surprised
Yeah, so everybody raise ya glass up
1942 inside ya glass cup
Chin don, here's a toast for the guys
About to take over told em don't be surprised, yeah
DUMMY
It's Rey, Butta
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Writer(s): Matt Moleta, Reyan Mustafoski
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