I drank Rose by the case, I keep on spillin' it
We open carry in my state, but I'm concealin' it
They always ask me, "Where you been Flip?" Maintainin'!
I put myself in a position, other rappers aimin'
I'm Barry Sanders with the rock, that mean I'm so allusive
Stay out the way to stay alive, that's how it go in Houston
I mold the students. I help them set up they goals and hold 'em to it
Hey, I'm supposed to do it. It's in me, not on me!
See Coach Miller had me workin' on my jump shot
But I ain't gon tell you what I had in my lunch box
Get punched out for tryin' to take my shoes. I ain't goin'
Why this dude got my name in his mouth and I ain't know him! (Sucker!)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
And that's for real! (And that's for real!)
I took Houston to a level it ain't never been
I'm in my Cullinan, black and gold like my lettermen
Let's have a toast to Isaiah Carey from the news
You always kept your word with me, you been a solid dude!
I see the reaper when I'm sleepin' from the dirt I did
But I ain't heartless. I can't hurt a woman or hurt a kid
I get to spazzin on these tracks Mike and Devin made
I had a way shorter temper in the 7th grade
I stand on Bentleys before I let you stand over me!
You listenin' to the 5 star General of Clover G's!
Now tell me who your favorite rapper, they ain't fuckin' wit me!
You better say some extra prayers before you touch my city (Amen)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
And that's for real! (And that's for real!)
Look I was really packing parties back in Panama
I got the spirit of a lion, I'ma animal!
Cannibal, Hannibal Lecter when I'm at ya!
There's a method to my genius, your perspective is convienient
I'm respectful to my BM. Hugh Hefner I'ma pimp!
My words the holy grail, I bought this crib off soda sales
You know me well now hold this L. My life been full of betrayal
I bailed my hood outta jail. That's a slapwood that you smell
Many nights I did it right. The streets had me side tracked
Besides that, one of my best shooters had a eye patch
The Maybach, the sky cap, I left $100 tip
I wonder when I bow out gracefully will they remember Flip! (Flip... Flip...)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
Ain't I trill? (Ain't I trill?)
And that's for real! (And that's for real!)
