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