TP5 - Back at It Lyrics

(Aye, yeah...)
(It's T.P. yeah... look)
Hopped out my feelings, got right in my bag
And it ain't no turning back
Kept it a thousand, I know I'm a stack, facts, always had my own back
One man army, yeah I stay by my dolo
I got shorties lined up like a soro'
Now watch me step, came from the bottom know I had to step up
No I ain't throwing no set up, I'm from Louisville you can catch me all over
I'm just tryin' buy my momma a Rover, stayed down now it's time to get lower
Tryin' keep the ball rolling like bowlers... Can't get striked out
Grinding hard 'til its lights out, to live presidential like the White House, aye
But I ain't into politics, if it's a problem just know I'm on top of it
She get on top of it, bouncing and riding it
Bouncing and riding she on a hydraulic tip, aye
Armani designer, yea that be my odor
Cross me you testing your luck like a clover with three leafs
Don't care if you love me like Kiki, c'mon I'm T.P.
Heart cold, I don't know how to love, keep your dap, I don't care 'bout a hug
I'm a man, ain't tryin' be a thug, and I got the will like lug nuts, so screw you
I got no trust, family crossed me like strangers
My own genes, I ain't talking 'bout Wrangler, touching my cash like bankers
I'm a heavy thinker, deep thoughts only add to the pressure
Come out as a diamond, I can't be a lesser
Diamonds or gold you know that I'm treasure, aye
Either way I'm a pleasure, middle fingers up to my oppressors
I'm tryin' make more than three professors... with a doctorate
I see it, I want it, I'm copping it
I cop it but I don't mess with the police, I do it Omega I'm not even Greek
I do it Omega, you know I'm a freak, I'm hotter than grease
Hot as a fleece jacket in the summer, I come from under got nothing but hunger
Ball like a jumper, I bring the thunder, OK you see how I'm coming
I'm back at it!