T.I.

[fox69]

"I Go Hard"
(feat. Kat)

"I Go Hard"
(feat. Kat)



[Hook – Kat:]
I go hard
See me running down the electric boulevard
Get up out of my face before the problem starts
If you want to act tough then meet me in the yard
Cause I go hard

[Verse 1 – T.I.:]
Talk to em, concrete salad
Please don’t confuse me with a wannabe, shawty
I’m a dope boy, remember me from 100 street probably
With a chopper in the ‘partment, get your wannabe bodied
Gotta angry mob at your front door
Commandin' 360 O's at the condo
Put all the jewelry in the back with the bankroll
Or else your momma gon' be mourning like Alonzo
Then I be stuck in county, now [?] fucking fine bout it
He was 17 years old thugging
Shoot, I said who we, we don’t [?]
DJ Cannon blamming in the middle of the street
Come on

[Hook]

[Verse 2 – T.I.:]
Ay, this concrete salad
Trap certified, shawty ask somebody
Hold up, there go, that sucker shit been running with it
Oh you winning fights? I’m used to winning war, come on with it
Yeah, ay, keep playing round with it
Throw you down and I stand up to the [?] with the gun, I did it
Look, and I ain’t bullshitting
Only one thing I require from a man
Respect when I look in the eyes of a man
And your words just as good as the lies of a man
Man, you violationg, demonstration gon be mando
Guns like Amanda, take it far as it can go

[Hook]

[Verse 3 – T.I.:]
Ok, if you ain’t heard, me and concrete salad
Best believe we are [?] under these niggas, try me
Keep it cool in the field when the shot fly by me like
Nigga stand still, five shots, I got it
Lights out, watch it go from a dot to the red spread
And he slumped over, all [?] now
Ay ask him what he think about it now
Ay never mind, I don’t want to talk about it now
Well, [?] again talk about it, how he out of here
Big shawty when he be talking to molly now
[?], get pound, 65 hundred if I drive to your town
Now cash, I’m the man when I ride through your town
Or I ride till I die on all the guys in your town
Now, will you pardon me
But you pussy ass niggas ain’t hard to me, c’mon

[Hook x2]

 

[fox69]

"I Know You Missed Me"

"I Know You Missed Me"


I know you miss me
I know you miss me

[Chorus:]
They say the city ain't the same in a night like die
Since T.I.'s inside like the streets been quiet
I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I Know
The say the dugs ain't ballin' and the dubs ain't fallin'
Like the club been sorry, but I'm back now shawty, ay
I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I know

[Verse 1:]
Yeah
You know I do it for the city and everybody descending
The generals and lieutenants salute high representors
Since I've been sittin' a minute no-everybody be missin'
Me walking off in the club
Gettin' everybody attention
When I'm out record with spinnin'
They start it from the beginning
Get bottles of Christian Remy
And pass it out to the women
Pull out a stack of 20
Throw it up to the ceiling
Watch it fall to the floor
Start throwin' some more
Has anybody you know
Whatever part it you go
With me in the VIP
Know that shit was outta control
If I pull up in a Mercedes
I hop in out of the road
Continue hatin' but hey
I'm the fly-est guy that you know
Ay, East coast, West coast, me in way south
I keep a fire marshal at the go stressed out
Mine stretched around the corner, shut the whole event down
Been a minute in the city since it really went down, man

[Chorus:]
They say the city ain't the same in a night like die
Since T.I.'s inside like the streets been quiet
I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I Know
The say the dugs ain't ballin and the dubs ain't fallin
Like the club been sorry, but I'm back now shawty, ay
I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I know

[Verse 2:]
I'm gettin' calls every evening, sayin' the streets need me
I'm at it just as soon as I make it pimpin' believe me
Niggas talkin' greasy but they don't wanna see me
They know where to find me, soon as they release me
Remember me and Jeezy, at least once a week we,
Hit the strip club, show these niggas how to treat freeze
One stack, two stacks, three stacks, four,
Nigga, five Stacks, go tell me bring ten more
And Lamborghinis and Apollos
They see me they screamin' holla
The robbers follow the ballers, so peg it soon my proudest
Still ain't nobody hotter, I put that on my daughter
Long as I be sittin' still, niggas still ain't cower
Atlanta you know I run it, everybody is Spanish
They gotta stay in their houses like everybody were punished
Tell them they to quit frontin' and them suckas sit down
Let em know the king comin' and he shut this shit down

[Chorus:]
They say the city ain't the same in a night like die
Since T.I.'s inside like the streets been quiet
I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I Know
The say the dugs ain't ballin and the dubs ain't fallin'
Like the club been sorry, but I'm back now shawty, ay
I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I know

[Bridge:]
And every time I take the city back
And wear my crown, nigga give me that, that, that

I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I know

And I do my thang
Stack my millis
Now it time for me to bring back my city, ay

I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I know

[Chorus:]
They say the city ain't the same in a night like die
Since T.I.'s inside like the streets been quiet
I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I Know
The say the dugs ain't ballin and the dubs ain't fallin'
Like the club been sorry, but I'm back now shawty, ay
I know you miss me
I know you miss me
I know I know

 

[fox69]

"I Need Dollas"

"I Need Dollas"


[Aloe Blacc Sample]
If I share with you my story would you share your dollar with me (Hey hey)
Well I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need (Hey hey)
Said I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need (Hey hey)
And I need a dollar, dollar, dollar that's what I need
And if I share with you my story would you share you dollar with me

[T.I. - Verse 1]
You know what it is
Bitch still none other than the King
Need green just to occupy my rubberbands
Hundred grand at a time, keep it coming
When I started I was trapping
Woke up ballin like "what happened?"
It's gonna be hell to the captain
Let's just smoke up in this city
Let me get a 100 milli and focus on a billi
What's the muthafuckin dilly nigga? You already know
Profits at a steady flow, cheddar, paper, you already know
Stay a step ahead of whoever when niggas say he go
We never should've let him go to movies, television shows
And who we foolin? He ain't stupid
His bankroll just meet his ego
No less than seven zeroes, stimulate bitches libido
So crazy just like Danger Mouse and Cee-lo
From a kilo to a yacht in Cabo
Chillin like December in Toledo
He's so hungry for the money like he's still selling dimes
Got a mill on his mind, dollar bill at a time

[Hook]

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Ain't no vacation, working like a Jamaican
Mixed with a Hatian
Several different occupations, no exaggeration
18-20 hour days while you sleeping I'm making money
Patient I ain't tracin' money, 'less the conversation money
What you saying dunny? Why you talking to me huh?
Hundred bound vs a quarter mill a show, a mill a movie
PRPS, Gucci, Louis, got my head as big as stewy
20 mills the answer if you ask mw how our crew are doing
Now I keep it moving, no exception, no conclusion
If we racing to the top, no competition, I'm a shoe-in
And you in my way, don't ruin my faith
'Fore I pay a 100K for them to boo you off stage
I'm way up front, stop playing, don't prank
Used to want dough like Jay-Z but now I'm thinking Donald Trump
Bob Johnson, Warren Buffett, fuck it, ain't that tough
Hundred mils stacked up, dollar bills add up

[Hook]

 

[fox69]

"I See Ghost's"
(feat. Future, Rocko)

"I See Ghost's"
(feat. Future, Rocko)



[Hook:]
Hey I think I seen a ghost
Half a million dollar car, ain't even got no note
Bitches layin' on the bed, bitches on the flo'
Money to the ceiling, money come and money go
I think I seen a ghost, I think I seen a ghost
Hamiltons and Franklins, they come in every show
Money to the ceiling, how you love you can go
Graveyard in my pockets, dead presidents to blow
I think I'm seeing ghosts

[Verse 1: Future]
Money burning in my hand while I'm still counting
We put drivers in the seats, I'm in the back lounging
My bitch she don't even speak no English when she come in town and
I'm seeing dead people, man I got like four accountants
It's all my yayo in that pot we need a water fountain
We put that yayo on the East and full ten countin' [?]
I'm counting dirty money, I don't need no help to count it
It had blood, it had sweat on it when I found it
I'm going higher than a elevator out the country
I do whatever for that paper, it ain't on my country
I went to sleep inside a ghost, I think it was a phantom
Man I get rock and roll high, dog I'm off the channel
I got sixty racks on me just in case she want to gamble
And I go crazy with that back, it ain't nothing I can't handle
I'm in my room with the light off, burning candles
Youngest nigga with the set, repping Atlanta

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
This money timid, hear motherfuckers talk money
I inhale bills, breathe Gs, cough money
I'm still making cake even when I lost money
A multimillionaire, stil lspending soft money
I'm balling way above par, got golf money
The bus full of duffel bags and that's all money
You wonder what my motivation? Bro, it been money
Make extra jet cause my little mama love to spend money
We Texas Hold 'Em, rolling dice with your rent money
Get out my face and fuck your life if you ain't getting money
Say boy, I spend the money you're trying to make
Sell 100 Gs and it's sad to say
Big dough, I get that
In a fear? Push your shit back
I'm arrogant and I'm cocky cause I got a graveyard in my pocket
Spent 100K on my chain and a couple mill on my watch here
My chick ride in that car you in
This city, I argue in
Get big money, no little dough
See dead presidents, real ghosts

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rocko]
Boo! That's the look on the haters face when I pull up in the ghost like Casper
Ooh! That's what your boo said when she snuck a peek at me right before we got ghost
On my chopper with a chopper, they call me Ghost Rider
I swear my pen dripping, I should be a ghostwriter
I see them suckers, I get ghost
I don't fuck with busters
Too busy sitting ghost, you know how that goes
Give me more, give me more
Yeah I ghost that work
Whip it like Goldberg
Yeah I ghost that word
Heavyweight, Goldberg, I'm a wrassler, ho
Clothesline that bankroll, I be wrassling ghosts
Chauffeur find our way back, trunk passengers ghost
Got my green from the Bay, ghost ride the whip
Hey man, Hallelujah in my True Religion denims
Yeah, Rocko do the most, pocket hundred full of ghosts

 

[fox69]

"I Still Luv You"

"I Still Luv You"


[Chorus 2X]
Don't hate me shawty
But even if you hate me shawty
I still love you
And now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good
I still love you

[Verse 1]
Forgave me once, forgave me twice, forgave me three times
I stayed lyin', you stayed down in the meantime
Had my son and turned around and had another one
I broke yo heart when I told you bout the other one
I stay in trouble ha? Ain't got too much to loose
Knew I could loose it all but never thought of losin' you
Eleven years ago I still regret me choosin' you
Meetin' you, pursuin' you and doin' you in '92
You fixed plates, showed yo face at every courtdate
And all you wanted me to do was call when I was out late
How could I let you go? I thought I knew it all
When you deserved the best and more, you been through it all
So you think I sold yo dreams, but what I say I mean
Just take it to consideration, I was 17
I'm still the same man, just had a change of plan
Never ask you back and fuck a wedding band
But I still love you

[Repeat Chorus 1 w/ ad libs]

[Verse 2]
Went from resentin' you, hatin' you, now I'm missin' you
On the realest shit I ever dropped, listen pops
I never even thought, to ask my mom what happened
Just knew that you was livin' in Manhattan and I was trappin'
We never had a chance, we was in different states
But I'll forgive it, you was human and we make mistakes
You tried to make it up, but shit, you couldn't pay enough
You sent me tons of toys and clothes thinkin' you gave enough
But it wasn't though, and you wasn't there
That's all I knew, so I grew up thinkin' you ain't care
I know it wasn't fair, but ay, it wasn't fun
But now what's done is done, no matter wha, I'm still yo son
I could care less if none of yo other children come
I'ma be right there prayin' you live to be a million one
Finally I understand, hustlin', livin' fast
Tryin' to get the cash and settle down and be a dad
You probably never knew, cuz hey, I never said it
But pops, I'm just like you, I'm stubborn and I'm hardheaded
But now you dead in the ground, no meanin' tellin' you now
But all I wanted was for you to be proud
I still love you

[Chorus]
Don't hate me shawty
If I ain't told you lately shawty
I still love you
Now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good
I still love you
Don't hate me shawty
Please don't hate me shawty
Ay, I still love you
And now I only wish that I could
See that yo intentions were good

[Verse 3]
How could I criticize my daddy on that last verse
Lookin' at my own dirt, you got some nerve
But be that as it may, I got some shit to say
It's been a secret, I can't keep it for another day
I got a lil' girl, not just two lil' boys
And that's been killin' me inside, eatin' me alive
And I can't find the words, nor the nouns or verbs
To express whachu deserve, girl you worth the world
But I'm a man and I ain't perfect, if you hear me now
I'll tell you wha had happened, when, why, when, how
Me and yo mama met, we kinda kicked it off
But we wasn't 'posed to have a baby, we just chillin' out
We had a lot in common, almost the same sign
Same goals, said thangs at the same time
But then we destroyed the situation like the a changed mind
How could I look her in her eyes and holla dat aint mine
Her stomach gettin' bigger, and time is gettin' close
Six, seven, eight, nine months and I ain't told mah folks
Not just messiah mama, hell, I had told yo granny
Three kids in two years, baby, daddy had it
But I ain't ashamed of you, I'm more ashamed of me
It's not at all yo fault, you'd be better off blamin' me
But now I realize, where the problem lies
Forgive me babygirl, I apologize
And I still love you

[Chorus 2X]
Don't hate me shawty
Please don't hate me shawty
Cuz I still love you
Now I only wish that you could
See that my intentions were good

 

[fox69]

"I Swear"

"I Swear"


Uh, yeah

Artificial official drug dealer
Made a million thug, wanna be a killer
Court room seat filler
And I over see villa water front
Won't blink
Think of Martin Luther King, we shall overcome
G3, layin' every bad bitch you wanna cuff
Get the run for they money
Havi'g fun for the money
UGK Alumni
Yeah that's how I run my shit
Sittin' in the Bentley make her sell a Hyundai
Take extraordinary measures to some temporary pleasures
And my view from the pool say the world could be better
To the naked eye bunch of naked thighs, naked asses
They fake and they don't matter, pretty titties out dancin'
And I leave the advance of the young black man
But my flesh ain't as strong and my mind is man
Wanna make it great again when the time is man
400 years later motherfuckers still playin'
Like the cotton fields, some wounds time never heals
Tossin' culture and religion to the side, gave us hits
Askin' God with the perfect pair of ties at the service
Every sermon all I hear is what I owe and what he earn
Seems that the world turnin' like the whole world burnin'
Leavin' hell here and this shit just gettin' worse every year
Hell ya, say money, hoes, cars, clothes
What my life was all about but that's before I thought about it
What the world would be like when my daughter 25
Would I prevent or contribute to my grandson dyin'
Like my nigga Thugga daughter I was motherfuckin' tired
Dead asleep when the meal came, I ain't never had shit
But the dream that the team live above average
Multi million dollar mansion, million plus advances
He knowin' the advancement and takin' our chances
And knowin' they'd rather see me in prison than at Stanford
I swear

Yeah, yeah
Know they'd rather see me in prison than at Stanford
I swear, yeah-yeah
Woah-uh-huh
I was motherfuckin' tired and I swear
I was motherfuckin' tired and I swear
Yeah
Shit ain't sweet as it seems, I just make it look good
Been a long ride, hard road
Everybody couldn't do this shit
And look at me I still look good as a girl, God damn
Hahahaha
All I need is a good [?] I'll be alright
You know?
You wish you had my mother fucking 6 pack though
So you know I'm saying [?]
Hahahaha
Get it how you live nigga
Get do or die partna
Love and loyalty
What we put together no body could bring it above me
You know what I mean
Hustle Gang over everything, Yeah
P$C (Pimp Squad Clique)
[?]
Straight up trap shit, you dig
Mmmh
Mmmh
Now I swear

 

[fox69]

"I'll Show You"
(feat. Pusha T)

"I'll Show You"
(feat. Pusha T)



[Verse 1: T.I.]
K. I. N. G
Solomon, Henry
Ridin' in the Bentley
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin' it for my dog, with some case are pending
And my folk behind the waterboard city, keep it pimpin'
Tell them hatin' ass law, bitch I'm ballin come and get me
See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel cause that shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin, need oxygen
I'm so fucked up, intoxicants
My flow still so stupid, incompetent
Competition evidently don't know what they up against
Obviously oblivious, in the city I'm serious
I'm seriously poppin', I will be the reason why it's hot in here
Material you droppin' better push that back, that can't come out this year
I got this here, can't stop this, got this like I got blocks in here
Hit the VIP, all eyes on me like they think Pac in here
I'm ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman
Pay niggas no concern, ain't no DiGornio, I'm deliverin'
Center of attention, my P.O. just threw a wrench in my
Plan of execution, I'm demandin' retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose
Cause they see a niggas influence, luxurious and affluent
They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined
Nah, nothin' doin' brah, congratulations you a bus' [?]
A really great advantage point, so take your vantage point
Watch, with the flip of a coin
The one they counted out soon become the nigga to join
Don't listen to the gossip or cut, them niggas annoyin'
They speak what I know and think it's over for them [?]
Bow back, ya boy got fly high
With ten chicks, got high in sha la
Niggas stay talkin' all that ca ca
No mucho deniro? no habla
About my dollar, G-5, Murcielaga [?]
How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, I got 'em BYE!

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I'll show niggas better than tell niggas
Paint over discussions 'bout Push, I never fail niggas
How I'm back Jack, listen, what the hell niggas?
This the new God flow, the Holy Grail niggas
Can't see me, Book of Eli, it's in Braille niggas
I'm on track to be the best, I want Derrelle niggas
I bend balls on bitches, I unveil, nigga
Officially ice, don't at 'em, show and tell nigga
Say my brother better? Big deal
Big brother, so fuck you, he hammer, can't touch him
Ride around, nigga, AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool
We laugh about it, that's cool
I'm at the top and he better?
If you think about it, we rule
My life is an open book
My stuntin' is an open look
These gold chains, these stone rings
This cocaine that I overcooked
I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean'd that fish scale
I tip scales, I tip hoes, I skip jail on my tip toes
I beat the odds, bet Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze
And these ice cubes on my ear lobes
Like strobe lights on a fish bowl
Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers
G.O.O.D. Music, Grand Hustle, what the block taught us

 

[fox69]

"I'm Back"

"I'm Back"


[Chorus:]
I never let you down, I'ma shine on sight
Keep your mind, on your grind, and off mine's alright? Right
Hard i'm a ball on them squares i floated
Quarter million dollar cars everywhere I go
I know in the lead it may seem they might be
But no matter what they doin' they don't do it like me
Like a G I hold it down for the town I'm at
And I flash like that recognize I'm back!

[Verse 1:]
Strike a match catch a fire any moment I decide
That's enough of all your lies boy your buzz just died
Step inside super fly to the shoes in they coupe
Then exit out with all the bitches like we always do
My desire to retire grows with every new group
Cause these guys just don't ride like my nigga you too
Tight jeans, funny hair cuts, dancin' on the screen
It's about the real niggas in the game so it seems
Just pretendin' holla pimpin' give this shit a black eye eye
Next he say he trappin' in my head I'm like why
Be yourself, you ain't gotta pimp bone in your body
I can tell ya ain't never bought a key or caught a body
Nigga probably just seen Wayne, Gucci Mane
Me and Boosie all go to prison
Now he flipped his whole image nigga trippin'
Listen, dude, for you that ain't in the cards
Think the power is in the gun, but over all it's in your heart
Nowadays I don't know wassup with niggas in the A
Guess he think he in the game but he really in the way
Violatin', I was having conversations in the joint
With cats who done it and i promised i would put you on point
I'm disappointed in you dog you ain't holdin' it down at all
But I ain't going in your jaw just gon' show ya how to ball
Standin' tall through the storm on the yard or in the dorms
Cats in prison who expectin' me to represent for them

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
Strike a match catch a fire see T.I add gas
What's a molotov cocktail that never break the glass?
Scary ass nigga wanna come for me you better bring it
I ain't mad I forgive em, God I know they ain't mean it
Yeah I seen it all before, hater pop it and they ain't
Rack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can't
Ain't that lame but then the hatred manifest to pure malice
I'm no longer being callous I'm a let you niggas have it
Won't be satisfied till somebody dies and I'm patient
Waitin' on me and the reaper on a first name basis now
I'm a let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you
But know that we can take it any place you wanna take it to
Hatin' in your blood cuh guess it's just too late for you
All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you
Your choice, clearly I ain't hearing your voice
Keep it up and i'm gon' send your ass to deal with aunt joyce
Hey, you can have the bottom partner i'm up in the the sky box
I got shit locked down nigga why stop now
I'm so above you hover over suckers, why drop down?
I'm so profound it goes down and I ...

[Chorus]

 

[fox69]

"I'm Flexin'"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T.)

"I'm Flexin'"
(feat. Big K.R.I.T.)



[T.I.]
Yeah, it’s the King, cuh
You know my demo, Maybach, no limo, homes
I’m sacked up, too
I don’t know what them folk doin’
I’m flexin’, tho’, patna
There it go, K.R.I.T.!

(Big K.R.I.T.) T.I.

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I wear stripes row, my Louis, ho, Akoo matchin’ my kicks, bitch
Papparazzi everywhere I go, I got cameras all in my bidne’
I rep the town, hold it down, cruise all around in my old school
My speaker loud and my reefer, too, I ain’t speakin’, bitch, do I know you?
Feds want me back behind that wall, that’s the only place that I can’t go
I’m focused, dog, and I ain’t wit’ that fuck shit, think it sweet but it ain’t, doe
I’m tried and true when I’m ridin’ through, I ain’t hidin’, they can just hate me
My top is down and my pockets fat and my diamonds clearer than HD

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

I rep the west of that A like this, don’t wanna talk about Bankhead
Still in the trap like a gotdamn brick, ’cause I love the hood, the King ain’t dead
My hustle grand, my money long, my spot on top, bitch, I want that
My position vacant, my crown await me, my throne is empty, I own that
Folk in Kirkland, with a big hill, too, some’ll head to Pittsburgh and all that
Real goons’ll ride wit’ me to Timbuktu, I ain’t Gucci, dude, what you call that?
Mail the yell to East Point, and own that area, Vidalia, Sandal Hill all day
Decatur to Simpson-Rose, on 4-4, Hort nigga fuck wit’ me always

(Hold it now) I’m flexin’, shawty
(Hold it now) I’m stupid, hoe
(Hold it now) I’m reppin’, shawty
(Hold it now) Bitch, you ain’t know?

(Hold it now) I’m Gucci, patna
(Hold it now) I Louis down
Don’t do it, patna
(Hold it now) Or it’s goin’ down

[Big K.R.I.T.]
Them so-called dope boys ain’t sold enough
OGs ain’t old enough
MCs ain’t dope enough
I’ll still split yo’ coconut
You So So, I’m like dat
Tight work, bounce right back
Make room for yo’ bitc’, dog
Nigga, go’n get off my sack
That loud pack, I blow big
Always stunt so big
Please don’t get wrong, homie
Or them Gs gon’ bust yo’ wig
The A is mine, no questions asked
The King is home, bitch, the best is back
My swagga turned ‘em just like my sack
I’m flexin’, shawty, who stoppin’ that?

[Hook x2]

[T.I.]
Okay, man, you don’t see what’s in yo’ face, big dog?
Yeah, man, big banks, no whammies, dog, you understand that?
Yeah, doin’ real, I’m talkin’ ’bout real proper, patna?
You understand that? I got that sack, bruh!
Prison ain’t changed shit, homeboy
You understand that?
Rubber bands on deck, guess why, homes?
Big K.R.I.T., let’s do this shit one time, man
A-Town to M-Town, patna, it goin’ down
Mississippi stand up

 

[fox69]

"I'm Illy"

"I'm Illy"


[T.I.]
Rapper for the hell of it, hella rich
Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again
The bullshit I'm addressing check I'm on some next level shit
Never been fucked in the game, I'm celibate
Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with
One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get
Listen let's settle this - be clear
I could fall back seven years, still it ain't no one ahead of me
Consider it a blessing if you get to stand next to me
Five star general, O.G. veteran
Caked like Entenmann's, blowing that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. Treasury
Every single thing I ever did was done heavily
Rap until you're 70, still ain't no catchin me
Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly
Be standing on the top still after they bury me
Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it
Cool when I drop mine that's over, finito
You paying for your foul like a free throw, baow!
Now, how could a nigga think that he could see me
Other than the magazine covers or the TV
Know I sold more mixtapes than your CD
You're waiting on your big break, praying you could be me
You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low
I been all around the globe like a God how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me
Mouth wide open just, beggin me to skeet-skeet
You in a deep sleep, stop dreaming
I'm six albums in for 10 years I been five hot steaming
The limelight's mine, I'm gleaming, beaming
That's why I say I'm King bitch I got my reasons

[Chorus: T.I.]
Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly (bing)
All on my mind is to get more millies (what?)
Niggaz talk shit that's silly (HA!)
Shawty he ain't about that really (nah) is he? (AY!)
Nigga I'm illy (yeah)
Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, hey
Ay, I run this city, clearly (BANKHEAD!)
Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?
Nigga I'm illy

[T.I.]
Where niggaz get off? Piss off!
Me and mine oughta take time to pop a lid off
Shit all, over the whereabouts of me, is y'all
sick in yo' fucking mind, you figurine I'ma fizz off
Never cooled off, Tip scorching
Minimal injury thought they wishing me maximum misfortune
Number one hands down, flows paint portraits
Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit
House full of chicks on some "Girl Next Door" shit
A king who once sell 30 mil' out the store quick
Of course this case lost all my endorsements
Tripled up on real estate, still buying more shit
But Tip bankrupt according to your sources
I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements
Tore shit, up from the lab up to the rooftops
Officially, the hottest nigga rappin since 2Pac
'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me
I'm out my fucking mind, need counseling
Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothing
It's all fun and games 'til somebody start bustin
'Member my discussion when rappers be battling
I find out about it, better get to skedaddling
Pack your family bags, move 'em out to Seattle and
We ever cross paths you'll need ambulance and bandages
Live life glamorous, so extravagant
Mandarin, oriental worldwide travelling
Hip-Hop champion, for real though
You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga, but still though

[Chorus - 2X]

[T.I. - over Chorus]
Hahaha, HEY...
Ay just remember I do this shit when I want to nigga
It's me nigga!
Zone One homie
Yeah, yeah...
I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this
when I ain't did it that way nigga
FUCK you partner!
Yeah!

Yeah - this the king, bitch!