T.I. - Paperwork Album Lyrics

You know, may no man, woman, child, nor animal
Walk a lifetime on God's green Earth and not expect to be tested.
Just observe and acknowledge,
When the occasion is risen to by champions, you know what I'm sayin'?
Let it speak for itself and handle me accordingly.
When you see me nigga, it ain't no secret,
You know what's happenin'.
No fate, no flaw, man.
Straight like that.
It's the king, bitch

You lay down, lay down, you lay down
I'm a king

Play around if you want and get hammered, leave you on your dick
I come from Atlanta, the '80s and '90s but we were as real as it gets
And that's why we still here
You best watch what you say, you could pay with your life tonight
F*ck around and get killed
As I pray to the Lord, tell him if I should die tonight
Bruh let me put up a mil'
Inside of the hands of one of the men
Who's gonna go kill or go to the pen
If ever should blood out my body may spill
The nigga, their partner, their family, they're killed
I'm talkin' for real, you kickin' that ra-ra to me
I LOL, shit's haha to me
Nigga ever disrespect, I wave bye bye to him
Got a Maybach inchin' like a Mazda to him
Chew him, up like the mouth in the teeth
Or you doubt to belief the belly of the beast
Geesh, call me the chief
No copper could peep, the streets on a leash
And yeah how I walk it, exactly the way that I talk it
One took a hit, man he rest in a coffin
Forever for all of that shit he was talkin'
You go against me, what you better do shawty is

You lay down, lay down, you lay down
I'm a king

You lay down, lay down, you lay down
I'm a king

Despicable me, I'm no typical G, got your bitch on her knees
When I skeet on her cheek
Only came in here for what I wanted and shit that I don't
If you have it, you keep
I'm so diabolical, dick harder than a cut molecule
You say she wifey, I say she a party girl
Type to eat bitches out when she on molly
You'll never know, which is to me that shit's obvious
She say you're pitiful, they think you're popular
That ain't gon' keep my lil' partner from poppin' yah
Take it, you droppin', you cement your bottle
So won't be no poppin' up, body's erased
No weapon, no charge, no witness, no questions
No stressin', no body, no case
Errbody okay, I go off that guy with my chopper, I throw it away
You can just buy me a cake
And most of the niggas you see standin' by me today
Were trappin' with me in the A
And now here we are with your bitch in Rodeo, LA
And killer who do what we say
This could be the end of you today
My gunner run into you today
Here's what I suggest you do when they spray

You lay down, lay down, you lay down
I'm a king

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
I'm a rich nigga like I don't know
I can change if I wanna, but I won't though
Steer right even when I'm on the wrong road
Real talk from the heart what I'm known for
Skinny jeans, I don't do those
I'm the starter sub-par oughta shoot for
Fully automatic chopper, you could shoot though
Now I'm movin' five mil' when I shoot dough
Audemar, Hublot
One point five on the two-do'
Old hustle, new flow
Old money, new ho
Suckers prayin' I'm a chill, but I'm too cold
Long as I'm around, f*ck they need you for?
Ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

[Hook - Watch The Duck:]
This is for the gangsters, for the pimps and hoes
This is for the dopeboy trappers sellin' halves and hoes
(Since nobody wanna make G shit)
They want G shit, give it to 'em
They want G shit, give it to 'em
I'm the one to give it to 'em

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
If you don't know me let me tell you somethin', shawty
Still got them choppers, make you run from it
Camouflage, dog tag
Got 'em followin', when you see me better haul ass
Keep it G at all costs, what you call that?
Crack rock, hip hop, I done all that
Certified trap nigga, sucker, fall back
A broke nigga he may entertain all that
All left field, keep it true, nigga
Save the flash in the dance for a new nigga
Keep speakin' for the ones who ain't got a voice
Kill 'em dead only when they leave no other choice
How I see it, if you ain't down to die 'bout it
Don't write my time, slime, why the f*ck we talking about it?
Still ridin' in the Chevy totin' three bricks
Since nobody wanna make G shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Jeezy:]
Now what the f*ck is an ounce? We smokin' bout an LB
We don't even do the nine, sell it by the whole ki
And I'm a take this shit to trial, they got nothin' on me
They be on the Champagne, bitch, I'm 'bout to OD
Got a bag full of birds and motherf*ckers gettin' robbed
Bars on the trap doors got it looking like a vault
Used to hit the highway over twenty of them things
Young nigga hit the club with the twenty unchanged
When Jay was beefin' with Nas I was sellin' cocaine
When Game was beefin' with 50 I was doin' the same thing
I was at the hospital, nigga, Meechy got shot
F*ck you niggas talking 'bout? I love that nigga like Pac

[Hook]

[Verse 1 - Jeezy:]
I step up in this bitch like Moses
Damn right, motherf*cker, Red Sea got departed
This is that All About The Money Remix?
Well, I'm a kill a motherf*cker before it even get started
The chrome to the bricks, nigga rag to the riches
Damn right, nigga did it with his soul
Nigga still livin' like a G, keep some niggas 'round me
That'll kill your ass like some Ebola
Serve 'em out the Range Rover
I swear my Rollie stay shining like a rainbow
I took that money machine, filled it with hella green
You be shining like I sprayed you with some oil sheen
DC, Young Fly, now what the f*ck you mean?
Young said he Seen It All, now what the f*ck ya'll seen?
Grow up in the [?], came in a helicopter
David Beckham, way I kick it like I'm playing hella soccer
I turn the valet to a helipad
Nigga straight walk up in the bitch like I'm Nino
From the coat on my back, to the shoes on my feet
Everything on me Valentino
I'm talkin' Boyz In Tha Hood with the solo, nigga
Testarossa back then, ex polo nigga
Niggas still on my dick, what you a homo, nigga?
When you sayin' my name it's free promo, nigga

[Hook - T.I.:]
If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it
Turn it!

[Verse 2 - T.I. & Young Thug:]
What you think I'm standin' in the trap for?
With the fully automatic at the back door
Cause when it's on, know it's on, call me king Corleone
I'm a keep it 1000 like a crack ounce
Give a damn if you flat broke
I'm fitlhy rich, I'm still the same, that's a fact though
Oh yeah, we all about the money, nigga
All you got is money when my name hold weight like a fat ho
I can never join in the game unless I'm capo
Milkin' these niggas even though I'm f*ckin' lactose
Take off on the cops, mama said don't look back bro
I'm in New York and I'm ballin' just like a Net though
I'm drinkin' bubblegum pink like Pepto
Bizmo, bet she wanna come through
And get low, I'm a be with Haitians
All my Zoe's, Tip tell these niggas, bro
Bank roll mafia, yeah, we all we retarded
I'm a give you 15 from the carbine
Hit you in the leg, in your head, then your face
When you dead bet ya I'm a take your place on the Forbes list
So better remember with the bullshit partna
I'll be hopping out your bushes with a full clip, got 'em
I'll take a big stick to a f*ck nigga neck
Swinging at him kind of like a piñata

[Verse 3 - Lil Wayne:]
I'm a beast with the choppa, I'm the same without it
Graduated from the lean, that's my alma mater
Shoot 'em in his head, say look at my roof
No sticks, no seeds, only kush in my kush
Make a nigga commit suicide and call it a selfie
I get M's like mmm-mmmm-mmm
I'm an asshole, I'm full of myself
You get an asshole full of my foot
They find your ass in the woods when they look
And these hoes ain't as good as they look
I need to take my own advice though, cause if the pussy good then I'm good
Where your ghetto pass nigga, I been big since a little ass nigga
You little ass nigga, you don't get a pass nigga
Started as a middle class nigga
When I blew up, I ain't even hear the blast nigga
I was chillin', smokin' on the loud
Focused on the future, but I need my money now
Don't give me the runaround
Upstairs in my mansion, knock knock, "who's there?"
I ain't even comin' down

[Hook]

[Verse 4 - Young Thug:]
I get money on a very rainy day and
I would love to spray your face with Olay, aye
No computer cause you never want a space head
I swallow mama [?] in the place [?]
I'm a big G dinosaur B
You know, YSL takin' over streets
I'm a K-Ci where is Jodeci
I'm a treat a man like he supposed to be
I'm a blood nigga, don't try to approach me
Girl let's hit like Kobe and Ginobili
If you not Gucci emoji can't ignore me
Her booty pop just like a circus baby show me
I might just take off on that broad cause she don't know me
Dej Loaf turn that bitch into macaroni
No scale but my bitches say I'm boney
Lil mama still blushing at the old me

[Verse 5 - T.I.:]
Nigga thug in the impala whole hustle gang follow
Coming from a hundred thousand to another million dollars
You finna f*ck around and get yo ass whooped dog
We send ya bullets bout the size of a football
I got a youngin' with a shottie, charge a hundred for a body
I'll pay that to watch a monkey f*ck a football
Units of the yayo since I was a day old
Uncle taught me said hasta luego, If it ain't about the money!

[Intro - T.I.:]
I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this... but chopper going off in the hood man like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man.
Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now. After all, it's the American way right?

[Hook 1 - Skylar Grey (T.I.):]
Home of the brave and free (It's America)
Free just to murder me (land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You're dead if you ain't got one)
Is this the new national anthem? (It was like this before I got here baby, I ain't do it)
Is this the new national anthem? (I ain't start it, I'm just a part of it)

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
You say this the home of the brave I guess
I say this the home of the K's and the vets
All alone with the J's smoking yay cause he stressed
On chrome with a Tek taught to spray for respect
I learned from the best used to stay in the "jects"
Bought work from the vets burning rubber in the vets
This as good as it gets used to play with the rats
Then I got older and learned stay away from the rats
God blessed this nigga, to hustle up and make eight figures
Turned from a goon to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young nigga
Always dodging polices because they hate young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain't a killer but he will if you make him do it
Homicide he'll ride, they'll put him on trial
Let him have a life sentence then do it with a smile
And he only 19, he ain't even had a child
As a child, told his mama he'll be gone for a while
And she cried, still they just put him inside
Now she all on her own because her other son died
Listen to the politician as he lied and he lied
He a snake in a suit, trying to hide in disguise

[Hook 2 - Skylar Grey (T.I.):]
Home of the brave and free (well damn officer what did I do?)
Free just to murder me (Naw hold up man don't shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (a man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin dawg)
Is this the new national anthem (how many times has that ever happened to you, what the f*ck do you know about being a black man in America?)
Is this the new national anthem (And you wonder why we walk around with straps)

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
For the stars and the stripes prison bars and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn't do shit to buddy, he didn't have to die did he?
I guess it's because his dad was a judge in the city
They didn't want him in the pen with the thugs that could get him
A jury of his peers said all was forgiven
But touch one of mine, right or wrong, I'm a kill them
Fill them with the lead like they put in Martin Luther King's head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shooting niggas at
They don't know if Neighborhood or the Hoovers did that
Whether Piru or VL's or GDs with me we
Down to uprise from the OG's to peewees

[Hook 3 - Skylar Grey (T.I.):]
Home of the brave and free (Don't get it f*cked up)
Free just to murder me (If you ain't found something you're willing to die for, you ain't fit to live)
Land of the beautiful (To get something you've never had, you must be willing to do something you've never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I'm a die by mine)
Is this the new national anthem
Is this the new national anthem

[Outro - T.I.:]
Let me ask you something. If the kids are the future, tell me why you can get more for being C.E.O., than you can for being a teacher. Tell me why it means more to the government to pay the people who got to watch over the prisoners, more than the people who got to keep the children from becoming prisoners. That make sense? Tell me why 9 ounces of crack will get you more time than a rape right now. Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can't right now. Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in the streets, but I ain't ever gave it to anybody that didn't deserve it. You know what I mean? I ain't ever ran in no public place with no pistol shooting no innocent people. I ain't never ran in no school, killing no kids. Man this is the result of you refusing to deal with the issues at hand. We are a product of the environment you placed us in... we ain't do it... we just lived through it

[Hook 4 - Skylar Grey (T.I.):]
Home of the brave and free (message to my people)
Free just to murder me (stop waiting on folk to help you, help yourself, it starts with you)
Land of the beautiful (get yourself out, reach back, get somebody else out)
Cursed by the hate we throw (and that's the way we're going to get ahead)
Is this the new national anthem (sittin' around waiting on government to do something for us ain't never gonna happen partner they don't give a f*ck about us)
Is this the new national anthem (but don't play into their hand partner, you making it easy for em, hell is you doin'?)

[Hook:]
Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I'm so turned up and I'm burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It's a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me

[Verse 1:]
Hey you can catch me in Atlanta with my pedal to the floor
On that 5, 99 guts like a bloody nose
Ain't no secret how I kick it nigga everybody know
Bout my paper sorry no time for you haters gotta go
When I'm on the westcoat in that ghost on that low
One 5 for a movie, quarter mil for a show
Gotta pill in a bottle for the rod for a ho
Sweet heart to a lady, still hard on a ho
Thank God for my lady I know they be on that radio wiling
While we chilling somewhere on an island, smiling
On a big dot is he really that hot
Ain't you too niggga guess not
Bitches hoppin on my dick, 'fore I hop up out the car
Walk away with 5 or 6 as I'm passing by the bars
See I'm tuggin on my zipper as I fire up my cigar
Let's get this straight, you go get naked get it crackin till tomorrow

[Hook:]
Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I'm so turned up and I'm burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It's a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me

[Verse 2:]
Yeah we in the same book, but I'm on another page
Peach king off the leash out the cage on the streets
Kill nigga like A's cut bitches like blades
Shine always, f*ck you when whatever y'all say
Bitch nigga I'm paid even when I'm locked up
Heard nigga went broke, well shawty not us
Quarter K in the benz they say shawty washed up
To a bitch, bullshit then shawty popped off in yo motherf*cking town
Just to show it's going down, my brother and my lil cousin got you lady goin round
Nigga I don't want her, I'm so superior by far
She'll never see the inside of my car

[Hook:]
Wherever you are, I'm sorry I'm gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so turned on till they so turned out
Cause I'm so turned up and I'm burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at filet chow up in vegas in town
It's a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don't they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that broad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me

[Hook - Chris Brown:]
Girl take it off for me, you know just what I want
It's always hard to leave, this private show
Let me see it, see it, let me see it take it off
Let me see it take it off, take it off (let me)
Let me see it take it off, take it off

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Shawty let me see you take it off, toot it up
Back into me, pass it to me
Imagine hanging half way off the mattress while your ass is moving
Up and down, back and forth, so ratchet when you supposed to be
A lady to the naked eye, but a nasty lil' hold of me
If only the masses could see your ass when it's in action, I swear
Manhandle you and pullin' places, I make you take it right here
You got no idea, listen girl with this pole right here, ow
Beat it up, be grabbin' hair
Leavin' hand prints on your derrière
Now, can you, just kiss it for me while I'm doin' 'bout a hundred on the highway
Get it, slap it wet, get it bent, girl I bet you could finish before I pull up on the driveway
And this ain't no child play, this grown man B girl I'll say
I got your ass in the scope, ain't gotta be close shawty I could hit your pussy from a mile away

[Hook]

[Verse 2 - T.I.:]
Hey let me see you take it off, lay it down
Like this my last day in town
I'm puttin' in work no playin' around
But shawty I'm sayin', now
Me let you walk away without walkin' funny
Be talkin' bout me, I highly doubt it
So, let me take you to a private island
Make you take this dick, don't cry about it
How it feel to you girl? Don't lie about it, no
Shawty you ain't gotta lie about it
Blackin' out in that pussy like a power outage
Got a man, well he gon' be sour about it
But I just wanna be on your team
Provide you with your protein
Leave wet dreams all in your face
Them tattoos all over your waist
Got me rock solid, can't touch that
I'm f*ckin' you like I'm upset
Chokin' you, long stroking you
Say you came twice, not enough yet
Because a cat that phat is very rare
And my dick ought to be buried there
I love how you kick it in public
But in private, we on some wild shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Chris Brown:]
Made a reservation, you're my favorite place to be
All day, contemplatin' baby, waitin' patiently
There's nobody like you, body way you climb on top of me
We're in hell and lady you're the closest thing to heavenly
I want you all to myself, nothing at all, I can't help it
Cause what you go on is fly as hell, but I need a better view
Just show me the real you

[Hook]

[T.I.]
All I f*ck bad bitches, I don't want no mediocre ho
Don't want no mediocre, I don't want no mediocre, no!
Bad bitches only, ain't no mediocre ho
Don't want no mediocre, I won't hit no mediocre, yeah
Bad bitch stuntin' on them mediocre hoes
On them mediocre, you stunt on them mediocre
7, bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

[T.I.]
Right hand in the air, I solemnly swear
I never f*ck a bitch if she don't do her hair, no more
You won't get no dick if it's a bush down there
Girl, I should see nothing but pussy when I look down there
Hey, come f*ck with a nigga, what better to do?
He call and ask how you doin, tell him "Better than you", yeah
I'm kicked back with four pieces like a Kit Kat
Me f*cking if you ain't a dime, just forget that
Pretty face, fat ass, if she don't have
Have one of these, well, I think I'll pass
I just handed her the keys to a new drop Jag
When she took it, I took it back, you shoulda asked for a Benz
That's mediocre bitch!

[T.I.]
All I f*ck bad bitches, I don't want no mediocre ho
Don't want no mediocre, I don't want no mediocre, no!
Bad bitches only, ain't no mediocre ho
Don't want no mediocre, I won't hit no mediocre, yeah
Bad bitch stuntin' on them mediocre hoes
On them mediocre, you stunt on them mediocre
7, bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

[Iggy Azalea]
Heard he want to lay it down on Iggy Iggy
Gave it to him twice, now he want a 3, Mike Bibby
Diva, but I need a bad boy, rest in peace, Whitney
Pardon me but I don't think none of these bitches f*cking with me
Want a billboard bitch? Stop running in place
Heels on me saying gimme 6 inches of space
Courtside while designer frames cover my face
Now everybody in the game wanna get 'em a taste
I'm still Grand Hustle first lady, f*ck you pay me
Bet he won't go 12 rounds with the million dollar baby
I can change your life quick, stop playing with me
And if you ain't talking money what you saying to me? Iggs

[T.I.]
All I f*ck bad bitches, I don't want no mediocre ho
Don't want no mediocre, I don't want no mediocre, no!
Bad bitches only, ain't no mediocre ho
Don't want no mediocre, I won't hit no mediocre, yeah
Bad bitch stuntin' on them mediocre hoes
On them mediocre, you stunt on them mediocre
7, bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

[T.I.]
I'm in Brazil with a bitch
Catch me in a mansion in the hills with a bitch
Get her out them tennis shoes, throw some heels on a bitch
I'm the type of nigga split a mil with a bitch
Hold up, only if she bad though
Out here trying to find someone that better than my last ho
Take her to my castle, drown her in my cash flow
Say your dick so little she can fit it in her asshole
Told me she can't ride this shit no further than a cab go
Said I got that dumb dick, she wanna be my tutor
So she give me brain, getting head on the scooter
Had sex on the beach from Bermuda up to Cuba
I done f*cked a lot of dimes but I'm looking for a cuter bitch
You the shit, what she say when she got to sit
When I ain't around, give a damn who you do it with
Super thick, pretty face, ménage à veinte
20 at the same time, wanna get ya rent paid?

[T.I.]
All I f*ck bad bitches, I don't want no mediocre ho
Don't want no mediocre, I don't want no mediocre, no!
Bad bitches only, ain't no mediocre ho
Don't want no mediocre, I won't hit no mediocre, yeah
Bad bitch stuntin' on them mediocre hoes
On them mediocre, you stunt on them mediocre
7, bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

[Hook:]
I'm the truth, tell it, loud weed yellin'
Get it by the pound, we just smoke it, we don't sell it
What I blow'll make a plane go
Them bitches say "You got some money but you lame"
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass
We blow, jet fuel, plane gas on your lame ass

Man you so lame, just lookin' at you, nigga
While I'm in here no bitch'll give her pussy to you, nigga, no
She say "Not even with a bank roll"
Cause the king gettin' money when the bank's closed
Yeah, she in her heels on her knees though
Yeah, her nigga call, she don't leave though
Nope, I beat that pussy like she stole somethin'
Then tell that ho get up and roll somethin'
We pourin' up, blowin' gas, weed noisy
She on that molly, won't stop talkin' and annoyin' me
I'm like, "Why don't you suck a nigga's dick or somethin'?"
Or take it from behind while you eat a bitch or somethin'
I like my bitches doubled up like my white cup
I like my pint sealed up, drank poured up
Yup, and you know you don't wanna catch it
You don't wanna see my niggas actin' ratchet with the ratchet

[Hook]

[Lil Boosie:]
I'm a jet fuel smoker, crazy like the Joker
Suck it 'fore you f*ck it is exactly what I told her
Ten bottles, two models, kush sack, it's a jet ride
Go and get my game stash, bitch, off the west side
Baby daddy face lookin' long, better change that
Make a nigga drop some change on your lame ass
Bob Marley smoke, spendin' hundred after hundred
Jumped down her throat and in her stomach, now she runnin'
Me and my henchmen, we be gunnin' for the money, blowin' jet fuel
We don't pay for pussy cause we f*ck more than we rest, dude
I bet you that your main bitch'll bless boo
And every ho with her when they see me gon' break their neck too
Rich dick in her, I done gave the bitch life support
High in the pussy same way that I was high in court
Flip it, slap it, rub it down, finish, give it back up
Wash the dick off while she roll the kush sack up

[Hook]

Better kush if them bitches wanna blow, of the blow
For the hoes who be playin' with their nose, now you know
That the king all about the dollar bills, quarter mil'
In the bag, slappin' bitches on their ass with dollar bills
You don't like it, ho? You ain't gotta chill then
Leave the laughin' match and go back to where you live then
Nope, but you don't wanna do that
How this ho blowin' on me, where her trumpet or her flute at?
I brought a pound and she blew that, see he brought two back
Drunk up a pint of lean, ain't sleepin', now who can do that?
She dippin' all that molly, steady askin' where the food at
You don't believe me? Ask my nigga Jeezy, he can true that
I beat that pussy, blew that, man I ain't gon' finesse it
Man you know what I'm smokin', shawty you ain't gotta check it
You can smell it, this shit I'm smokin' straight up out of D4
I ain't talkin' but it's loud when the weed blow
Yup, like I'm fresh up on the runway
Wheels up, weed loud like gunplay
On them sucka niggas with their lame ass
You bustas blowin' train smoke, we blowin' gas

[Hook]

What you mean, why should you? I think a more appropriate question would be why not.
I mean, look around you, exceptions to circumstances require exceptions to be made.
Would you not consider this exceptional? Any sane woman would.
But it's not so much who I am as what I am - a stand up guy, man of respect.
This life of value, you can't just go purchase and put it on, baby.
Anybody say they can, they just puttin' on.
Aye, you need to check their certification. I keep my paperwork

(Paperwork) don't do no business
Until you check his (paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this
(Paperwork) wanna swing Bentley door
Blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost
They gone need something on you (paperwork)

Atl, Westside, that's the only home I know
In '85, me and Uncle Quint used to ride around in the big Bronco
Took me up to Charles' Disco, Daytime, set me down at the bar
Where I drank Shirley Temple 'til he walked out with a bag
And we got back in the car
What you wanna be he asked?
When you grow up big head?
I just wanna be like you
Ridin' round town gettin' bread
We shared a couple laughs, couple summer pass
Uncle Quint ain't nowhere to be found
Later we learn that someone ratted him out
For that reason ten years he won't be around

(Paperwork) don't do no business
Until you check his (paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this
(Paperwork) wanna swing Bentley door
Blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost
They gone need something on you (paperwork)

Picture me in '93
I'm the only man I see
Fresh up off the porch
Lookin' for a drop Porsche and a fake ID
Introduce me to the crack game
Rap game was the furthest from my mind
Had a notebook full of rhymes
And a pocket full of crack rock dimes
Time on my side, lil' .45 in my jeans
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir
Welfare, food stamps
Section eight, me and Ma lived in the trap
I said f*ck school, it holdin' me back
I wanna bankroll, chasin' after that

(Paperwork) Don't do no business
Until you check his (paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this
(Paperwork) wanna swing Bentley door
Blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost
They gone need something on you (paperwork)

Look at me, at seventeen
Livin' on my own, peddlin'
Quarter ki, now and then sellin' weed
Tokin' too, cost my first felony
That's one of many, that were to follow
Drinkin' Henney up out the bottle
Told a child I think I'm bein' followed
Family don't think I'll live to see tomorrow
Plenty have a story like mine
Know many of you had a little nine
Know many of you did a little dirt
Too many of us did a little time
Wake up, ten years of your life passed
When you get your cake up
Don't it seem like that
When the Feds on your ass passin' out

(Paperwork) don't do no business
Until you check his (paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this
(Paperwork) wanna swing Bentley door
Blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost
They gone need something on you (paperwork)

If you think that you high, baby look above you
It's drones in the sky, there's nothing you could do
So left, two, three snap
Right two, three snap
Don't get serious now it's too late for that 'cause they got
Time on my side, lil .45 in my jean
Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir

(Paperwork) Don't do no business
Until you check his (paperwork)
And if all else fails, I just hope that this
(Paperwork) wanna swing Bentley door
Blow smoke through the roof
Everything got a cost
They gone need something on you (paperwork)

Hey stop goddamn fussin' all the time man, listen

I love you and I know you love me too (I love you shawty)
I love you and I ain't ashamed to beg you to stay
Somehow, I get what I need from you
Shawty I get on my knees for you
And I get what I need from you
(So that we can be together forever) I get on my knees for you
You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
Who? Me! Who? Me
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
Who? Me! Who?
That's not rhetorical, answer it, please

I wonder would it matter much
If I never f*cked and I just fell in love
Or maybe if I never fell in love and I just f*cked
I swear, man, shit was simpler when I was sellin' drugs
You ain't know me then though, ain't that what ya think
You was in the bed, I was trafficking the thing
Man after everything we will never be the same
Man I'm tired of tellin' lies, know you sick of playin' games
I remember you got a tattoo, put my name on it
Put you in a wedding dress with a train on it
I went and spent a whole mil just to go chill
In Miami, and I be damned if she don't know my love real
How dare you compare me to dude, girl chill
My piece so close up on it, you don't see what it is
Shawty, I die, kill, for you if you keep it real
Go to jail, even if I gotta kneel I will

I love you and I know you love me too (I love you shawty)
I love you and I ain't ashamed to beg you to stay
Somehow, I get what I need from you
Shawty I get on my knees for you
And I get what I need from you
(So that we can be together forever) I get on my knees for you
You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
Who? Me! Who? Me
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
Hey listen, I ain't trippin' cause you caught me out there
But your reaction to it pushed me further out there

I can't see you with no me
But, you left me and I'm just me
So, I'm gon' be what they gon' be
And I know he want you but they want me
Girl, together or apart
But you be forever in my heart, I swear
And even if we end up here, I know it hard
I never love that way again, I swear to God
I be breaking down, you be playing hard
She chose to bid it all, watch how you play your cards
Now you runnin' 'round town with education hatin' broads
Going at me, got me hot, but hold up, how is they involved?
And you can't say that I ain't changed
Your whole life since we met that day
And when we get it right, God bless that day
But until then, shawty, I just pray
And I just say

I love you and I know you love me too
I love you and I ain't ashamed to beg you to stay
Somehow, I get what I need from you
Shawty I get on my knees for you
And I get what I need from you
(So that we can be together forever) I get on my knees for you
You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
You wanna go to war, wanna live in peace
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
Who? Me! Who? Me
You wanna be right or wanna be with me
Hey listen, I ain't trippin' cause you caught me out there
But your reaction to it pushed me further out there

I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da

Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take
God with me I'ma find my way
Nigga they ain't even f*ck around nowaday
Feds came in the house, say they found my yay
A couple handguns and a new SK
Bag full of weed and some gram of yay
But f*ck it though I gotta keep my grandma straight
Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God
Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard
Just a young soldier no camouflage
Man them niggas ain't tough they're just playing hard
I pull a f*ck nigga card on GP
Between 'em make 11 mill and peewee
We spray your block, turn around pull and repeat
And laugh 'bout it lookin' at it on TV
Man I certified to my gangster,
Been known to ride like my banger
I'm in the gated mansion, no neighbor
New Italian suits on my hangers
I got Cuban links and diamond rings
Solitaries of shiny things
Aye f*ck how tough you tryin' to seem
Come try the king, cause I'm about my

I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da

Have you ever heard? The point blank blast of a Mossberg
Whole block never mind, lookin' out hurr
Lil' nigga keep it moving like they not scared
And out hurr, they do or die
Kill or be killed in the coupe so fly
Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy
Man the fully automatic .22 go by like damn
And they fly as I am, it's hard for you to tell how high I am
Oh my God damn, you see it don't believe it still
And all I ever had was a Glock 23 and an extra mag
Presidential weed and a extra bag
2 or 3 bad bitches, I'mma get the friend
We set to land and I get the plan
How to violate your little sexy ass
Then get the Jag a lil vet crash
Just ride this till you get to splash
You a wild girl, go cowgirl
Keep the noise down, you loud girl
Turn down, don't know how girl
No white girl cause

I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da

Couldn't listen to niggas they said I dream too much
Heart f*cked up, guess I sing too much
Numb to it now, bring a gun to it now
When this shit pop I'ma run to it now
Niggas talk loud but they dumb to announce
Really got away so he tryna play it down
When they kick down your door and they run through your house
Cuffs on your wrists and they cussin' you out
It'll make sense then, telling you that they got your prints then
What's the reward for your risk then?
Niggas game goofy, this just in
Time after time, know we need a light, nigga blind lead the blind
Why do we ride? Grind to provide nigga not just to shine
Blood in my eyes, stress on my mind let a fly nigga fly
9 on my side, God I'm your child but times are so wild
Playing with me? I'mma draw down and I'mma show out
If it gotta go down, I'm prepared to go now cause

I'm about my issue babe
And you can tell by my name, yeah
I'm about my issue babe
Whatever stands in my way, yeah
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da
Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da

[Hook - Usher:]
Don't be bullshitin' with me
I don't care if you've got a boyfriend or not, girl
It's at ya own risk if you kick it with me
'Fore it be over you be spending the night, girl
I can see, you look like you're ready to ride
And girl obviously, it's mutual, ooo you wanna give it to me

Ridin' off in Hollywood
Kicking it with hotter bitches, all they get's a lot of wood
Give it to 'em hardcore, all they do is holla good
Her ex he be short strokin', I lean in it follow through it
She's so sexy, her complexion say she from Bollywood
In my section, I wonder will a thousand dollar do it
If not a fifty or a hundred, still I gotta do it
You surely would, if you were me then for sure you could
Get her and her partner out the honda
Have 'em both f*ckin' and suckin' to mañana
Hey nigga you with baby he don't want no problem
If your man ain't a killer, what the f*ck I care about him
No comparison ain't nothin' rare about him
Witness saying he was just standing there and then they shot him
Trigger got no heart when that thing squeeze
Or they catch a body to make you my main squeeze, yeah

[Hook]

Ralph triple black, Bentley matte white
She said she don't like girls, she did that night
They were taking turns, I was taking flights
In competition man them bitches hit that pipe
Going down on it
If it ain't a bad bitch then I don't want it
Ain't no mediocre
Experiment with pretty bitches, that's the shit I told her
As long as they got pretty toes and they ain't got a odor
And showed her, how to stack paper to foldin'
Colder than eskimo shoulders
You strong with it, I don't play
Tote four four for the vultures
Eat pussy Lord yes is she looking gorgeous
And you're just a lot of talk
Them three got on the molly then the four of us we got it off
And they ain't get paid like they playing college ball
Go out receive a cock and balls
Bullshit me, not at all

[Hook]

[Usher:]
Quit playing with me
I know you got a nigga he just gon' be mad at me
So if you love 'em, think he's special, don't come home with me
Cause when I get you to my crib you gon' belong to me
I understand if you don't wanna go
Just know what's gon' happen once we get through the door
Promising you something you never seen before
Say you with me if you down I ain't tellin' nobody
So tell me what you gon' do
When you ready you can fall through
You can bring a friend too
Say you with me if you down I ain't tellin' nobody
So tell me what you gon' do
Yeah you can fall through
You can bring your friend too

Yea, uh huh
F*ck them niggas, f*ck them niggas
Sucka ass nigga
Slap yo nose off yo face (f*ck them niggas)

[Verse 1 - T.I.:]
Look, I'm big time nigga
Ya'll too small to me
And I don't dig ya'll niggas
So stop callin' me
This ain't a peace sign bitch
It mean two to ya head
You know I'm quick to hit ya patna in the chest with the choppa
And ya boo in the leg
Still reppin' A town nigga
Center Hill what's up
Zone 1 Bank head nigga
Tote a gun and you better vest up
You know my nigga quick to hit a nigga chick
Quick to hit a lick, Quick to run a check up
Dope Boy we the best of nigga
Raise Techs up nigga
Try to check us try me
I'm a bust his head quick fast Ricky Bobby
Ask his patna what the f*ck he wanna do about it nada
Huslte Gang bang green all about a doller
Better hold her hand if you give a shit about her
When you bring her round me, all I know
I'm a get some head right before I go
Gotta problem we can handle this shit off top
Got the thing let it pop
Cool as a cough drop
100 on the watch ball and a decade in
None of my niggas fightin' less the rest came in
Was a trial defendant sitting till the check came in
100 of them 21 run it do it again
I ain't got no co-defendant just my family and friends
And a trunk full of chopper rifles, handles and pins
Loaded down in an old brown Buick sedan
Lookin' for it on the way to Alabama again

[Hook - T.I.:]
On everything I love nigga put it on something
Put it on Doe
Nigga put it on something
Put it on Phil
Nigga put it on Something
Put it on Doe
(I'll) put it on something
Put it on Phil
(I'll) Put it on Doe (Nigga put it on Doe)
(I'll) put it on phil (Nigga put it on Phil)
Nigga put it on doe, Nigga put it on doe
Pussy Nigga I'm Trill

[Verse 2 - Trae The Truth:]
King of the streets graduated from the bottom
All red whip looking like somebody shot em
Still up in the hood with a sack and a pack
40 cal fully loaded, never leaving here without him
Real niggas extinct, feelin' like somebody got em
But I know I got to do it for the team Hustle Gang nigga
If you disrespect that
I black the lac
Hop out the back
No flack and do my thing nigga
Rappin' or not just know ain't nothing changed nigga
It still a get ugly you get up in my range nigga
Hustle Gang Asshole I'm the same nigga
That got that fire ain't no way to kill the flame nigga
On God, I put it on crip
I put it on Screw, I put it on Pat
I put it on Pimp, I put it on Hawk
Gotta do it like a G, I know they never coming back
Word to mamma C, I'm trill with it for life
If I can do it again, I come back and do it twice
I don't give a f*ck about nothing to be precise
Have bullets running through a nigga crib like they was mice
Pussy nigga got me 38 like I'm a spice
You don't wanna see the truth pissed off
I'll shut a whole neighborhood down
One light that's green, You'll know when shit kick off nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - T.I:]
Run up on a nigga what it hittin' for?
Point blank, left his brain on the window
Had the chain, had a stain on my timbos
Insane in the brain, gone mental
Catch me riding in a range rover rental
With some bad bitches wanna chill like a mento
Now here's a mental memento you didn't know
You can fit a bird times 12 in Sorentos
Kill go to [?] drop it on they ass like I didn't have a deal
Still in the trap, keep it real like Madea

[Hook]

[T.I. & Pharrell Williams]
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it

[T.I.]
Tell me why it is now that we live only for the moment?
Erybody going deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil
Running from the Lord, hatred in the heart
Off a nigga, poison a nigga
Used to play and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more than a nigga
Motherf*ckers kamikaze you
They rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto America
Man, we just lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation
You would think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even want it
It just hurt so much for them to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the making
What we put together never let 'em take it
Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to make it

[Pharrell Williams]
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it, huh

[Pharrell Williams]
Get your lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
Get your lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up

[T.I.]
You know when I met you, sitting in the car
Buckhead in the mall, you was something special
He was just a young nigga, still he never got excited
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga
With a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavor
On a country nigga, made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I could feel the then
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in
They was stuck outside, start to look at you
And as you should, you looked like "f*ck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they feelings hurt, got a attitude
They'll come around in a year or two"
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you said "you won a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the Actavis with candy
Doin' 160 with me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "Run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I gotta handle something""
I just said "okay", I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my nigga gone

[Pharrell Williams]
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it, huh

[Watch The Duck]
Devil's business, my brother gone
Supposed to be a living legend, hating nigga sent you home
But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him like the sky
On the 4th of July, and light him up

[Pharrell Williams]
Get your lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
Get your lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up]

We said we'll never be, just a memory yea
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I never let your heart go

Aye, man, remember all nigga we had
With 20 grand cash, it was all in the bag
We got it all with the crack
Lookin' for the plug in the mall with the gat
Nah, he neva loaned me a pad
But he loaned me a ride, put it all in the bag
I could ya just call me with that?
Actin' like ya think ya gettin' all it back
Still remember standin' all alone in the trap
Waitin' on a play, lookin' for a way
And then my big cou pPull up on me one day
Got his homie Toomp to put some beats on tap
And it been on since then
Damn, I can't believe you been gone since then
I really miss my nigga, Tremele I know you up there nigga

We said we'll never be, just a memory
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I neva let your heart go
And no, I neva let your

Remember we was just sixteen
Mind on one thing, gotta be street kings
Now we numb like morphine, to the gunplay, everyday is a war scene
But y'all were my nigga, no matter what I knew, could call up my nigga
And any bullshit involvin' my nigga, 30 rounds in my clip spray it all for my niggas
You were just teenagers, prove it to the Gs in the hood we able
Just to ball on these haters, do a movie screen major
You and me, playa, why they have to give my nigga life?
We gon' ball like a dog till we bring 'em back
Really miss ya nigaa, ain't no mo'f*ckin' lie
Pimp Squad till we die, free my nigga cap

We said we'll never be, just a memory yea
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I never let your heart go
And no, I never let your

I admitted I've seen back in the day how silly I seeemd
Sellin' cocaine wasn't really my dream
Could get my family farther than anyone seen
And if anyone seen where I made it today, prolly really one thing
With 12 in the face, know he fittin' to run game
Ain't gon' trick me into sayn anyone name
Nope was just in the cell 'bout that
For weeks, I was mad as hell 'bout that
Police ain't shit, really wasn't my shit
It was his and they knew I was a playa bout that
Aye, for every time I'm strapped the 12 ride by ain't find my strap
Judge would a hit a nigga heart bout that
And nigga with some sense thankin' Got 'bout that

We said we'll never be, just a memory yea
And even though it breaks my soul
Still, I never let your heart go
Runnin' way too fast, oh
Chasing down that blue grass
Yeah, hope I didn't break your soul
And no, I never let your heart go

Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin on these brick, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay, trappin hard with the yay
All times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)

Listen shawty I'ma tell you how it go
(I'ma tell you how it go) Quarter ki', seven G's
Anybody want it tell 'em pull up on me at the sto'
(Pull up on my nigga) .45 in my jeans, super clean
You ain't never seen a nigga like this
(Never never never never) Sun shinin on my wrist
Couple dimes in the whip, give a damn 'bout a bitch
(F*ck a bitch) Huh, but I will take yours if I wanna
You a sucka, you ain't gon' do shit
(Ol' puss-y nigga) But just run yo' mouth
Be in front of yo' house with them goons, bet you won't come out
(Where he at?) And you a scary ass nigga
Hold these, your homeboy to the Fed ass nigga
(What kind of nigga is that?) Hey, I'm certified, better recognize
'Fore you end up a dead ass nigga
I got a check, you can tell how my neck is shinin
Tell 'em

Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin on these brick, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay, trappin hard with the yay
All times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)

This life we live we do not care
If you at your momma house we'll have a shootout there
Hey, ain't gon' be no playin with the crew out there
Them animals on the loose and it's a zoo out there
Out here rollin where you at, we'll move out there
Network in no time, get a few out there
I got the chopper at the do', "Shawty who out there?
Aight, get your f*ckin brain blew out now!"
Now I ain't playin where I stay, to take a life ain't shit
Get murked for a brick if your wife ain't shit
Bankrolls are us, we'll buy that shit
I keep it on me homie, rob and I will try that shit
Man you can ask about Tip on Simpson Road
We was ridin in the city; really gettin busy
Now a nigga wanna kick it like some thugs in the city
When they really wasn't sellin any drugs in the city
For real

Charms 'em with some all of that and all of this (ay look at this)
Empty the bottle nigga let the Dom drip (there they go)
We leanin on these brick, this is all God give (ay, ay, ay)
Cuts and charms all on my wrist nigga (ay, ay)
Hotel linen (yeah) R.L. demin (yeah)
Propeller spinnin (yeah) nigga hella women (hey!)
Big money mayne (hey) get it how we livin mayne (hey)
How we did it mayne (hey) sweet sweet sugar cane
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay all times of the night
All times of the night, all times of the night
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)
Trappin hard with the yay, trappin hard with the yay
All times of the night, trappin hard with the yay, ay
(How we did it mayne, sweet sweet sugar cane)

What you want we got for you (hey, we got it)
You're not the rule, we not for you (uh-uh, nah shawty)
Wonder why we shut your door
You're not from here, do not go through

I told you this (I told y'all nigga)
Shawty this as real as it get
How many times I done showed you this? (How many times I done showed?)
In the trap run a chick through the roof right now
I can show you this (I see it real right now)
Pick the rap with your bitch in the coupe right now
And I know you pissed (you could get it right now)
How many times I done told you this? (FUCK nigga!)
This life we 'bout it (we 'bout it)
This life we 'bout it (we, we, naw nigga)
You can't do shit 'bout it, this life we 'bout it (we 'bout it)
This life we 'bout it (naw)
You can't do shit 'bout it, can't do shit 'bout it (nigga)
Ha ha, ay

I don't know what you been told about me
(I don't know what the f*ck
Or what you think nigga
This ain't that nigga!
For real!)
I wonder what my kids would think about me
(Damonie, King, Major, Messiah, Déjà, Neke Neke)
Yeah, Aye Aye

[Chorus:]
Now I don't know whatchu been told about me
(I don't know what you thought but the real is)
But I don't take no shit from no nigga
(And all niggas, no exceptions homeboy)
And I wonder what my kids a think about me
If I went to jail
(If I had to, would you love me)
Cause I had to kill me a nigga

[Verse 1:]
Aye I'm hoping for the best tryna dodge the stress
But sometimes that just ain't the way dat it go
Hey if a nigga pull up on me at the light and it's a choppa in site
Felon or not bet I be lettin it go
I gotta make it back home
Major need me to cut his cartoons on
My baby Déjà catchin feelins bout er'ythang she sensitive
And King love money
I need to show him how to get it den
Damonie need me to tell em
"You wanna rap den take it serious den"
Plaything it neva been
All I did was get it in
Neke Neke need a nigga to know what a real nigga is
Messiah need me to show him how I broke a deal
So imagine if I went and got killed
Get real nigga
And you know everyday we out here in the field
Gettin it how we live
F*ck a record deal
Put my money with yo money
All we do is get mo money
But you know what I gotta do when someone tryta take it from me now

[Chorus:]
Now I don't know whatchu been told about me
(I don't know what you thought but the real is)
But I don't take no shit from no nigga
(And all niggas, no exceptions homeboy)
And I wonder what my kids a think about me
If I went to jail
(If I had to, would you love me)
Cause I had to kill me a nigga

[Verse 2:]
Disrespect me and we have to shoot it out in the street
F*ck it that's just how dat shit have to be
I gotta drum on da C
So the carpet spit 50 at least
Message to all who wanna see me deceased
Come and get you a piece
You think I'm poutin nigga
Slice me and eat
Boy ain't went one day out my life I was sweet
Except for to her
See she need me to keep it Coutoure
And buy her all the fancy shit she prefer
She ain't get it doh
But you gotta play yo part for a nigga doh
F*ck a bitch stay away from dem niggas doh
Cause you gon have me kickin in a nigga doe
Wavin pistols f*ck you nigga
Bitch go get yo shit let's go
Or do you need me to let you go
Find a rich nigga buy a house so I can move next doe
Sit dere and watch yo new husband as he pull out da garage
Watch you tip toe in dat doe so I can kill you den run
You so impressed with dem niggas
You know dis ain't no fa?ade
I'll pull my tech on dem niggas
And get em closer to God
You say I find the worst in er'ythang I see
But I love hard
That's somethin you know about me
Girl you know about me Aye

[Chorus:]
Now I don't know whatchu been told about me
(I don't know what you thought but the real is)
But I don't take no shit from no nigga
(And all niggas, no exceptions homeboy)
And I wonder what my kids a think about me
If I went to jail
(If I had to, would you love me)
Cause I had to kill me a nigga

You know what I'm sayin
I know I had a lotta f*cked up shit go on in my life
And this shit gotdamn
It's in my head and in my heart man
It ain't on me, it's in me
You know what I'm sayin
And And maybe I haven't
Developed enough
To where I can communicate
In a way that'll keep me
From doing somethin that'll
Trip my life off the streets my nigga
So if separation is da best
Den I respectfully say I love you to gotdamn death
And all my children
If I have to dome me a nigga out here
Please just come see me man
When you can man
Lemme see my grand kids
But I'll be GOTdamned
If a mf'a take you from me man
I put my mf'n life on that
Kill or be killed nigga.

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king)
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss
You can tell how I speak I'm a king
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

When I'm walkin' up, I'm bossin' up
And not even on purpose bruh
You talk too much, you soft as f*ck
Your type I've seen it all too much
You don't want no parts of us, and we know it
And life for you or we make you cough it up, and keep going
I welcome you to danger zone
Now you continue on at your own risk
And I ain't scary shit cause when it's on, it's on
And I ain't gonna be backing down for shit
I'm ridin' chrome, going home with Hawaiian chick
I ran a major operation, you shit minor a bit
I walk like thi' designer cool cat around this bitch
And when I speak to you, King shit is all you get, nigga

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king)
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss
You can tell how I speak I'm a king
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

Who f*ckin' with fat boy, I traffic my body weight
So much cake in the club damn near caught me a fair case
My old school is running Gatorade in my Chevy
My money in shape, I'm runnin' laps round you fakes
We barricaded the front, the waterfalls in the back
Enough crack for a month, you smell it all in my raps
Niggas wanna be famous, I want the luxury tax
Not one of my checks like my company facts
I'm pumpin' my gas comin' down Cleveland Ave
How much a nigga worth? Ho don't even ask
Ten mill' with Diddy, I'm getting money with Tip
When you see me in the city then it's money we get

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king)
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king)
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

Pay ya ma' shit, sure get the Calito
He go too far, twenty west he better holla at them
And if we catch 'em, down to test 'em, Hustle Gang here ho
Say Trae The Truth gon' cut the fool, give 'em fifty to go
You the business pull up spin, we don't mention it though
Told you before who about that action,you weren't listening though
I'm in the BM got you female in the skippiest clothes
She f*cked 3 ho bust in her throat then she went home, he proposed
We in the Lambo raising the door
Acting like an Atlanta nigga never made it before
In case I ain't say it before, 2014
Till I got a .40 Cal and 2000 in my jeans, nigga

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king)
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king

You can tell how I walk I'm a boss (I'm a boss)
You can tell how I speak I'm a king (I'm a king)
You can tell how I walk, you can tell how I walk
You can tell how I speak, I'm a king, nigga