Music – text of songs

(feat. Jay-Z, Kanye West & Lil Wayne)

[Sample: MIA]
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us

[Kanye West:]
Mr. West is in the building
Swagger on a hundred thousand, trillion
Ayo I know I got it first
I’m Christopher Columbus, y’all just the pilgrims
Thanksgiving do we even gotta question
Hermes pastel I pass the dressing
My attitude is tattooed
That means permanent so I guess I should address it, huh?
My swagger is mick jagger
Every time I breathe on the track I asthma attack it
Why he’s so mad for, why he gotta habit
Cause I slaved my whole life, now I’m the master

Na-na-na, how it feel to wake up and be the shit and the urine
Trying to get that coke number, one over jordan

No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us

[Jay-Z:]
No one on the corner gotta bop like this
Can’t wear skinny jeans cause my knots don’t fit
No one on the corner gotta pocket like this
So I rock Roc jeans cause my knots so thick
You can learn how to dress just by jocking my fresh
Jocking jocking my fresh
Jocking jocking my fresh
Follow my steps, it’s the road to success
Where the niggas know you thorough
And the girls say yes

But I can’t teach you my swag
You can pay for school but you can’t buy class
School of hard knocks I’m a grad
And that all-blue yankee is my graduation cap, and
Hova, dipping different rovers whipping with the soda
Hova could u even have any doubt that the doubter(?) is over

No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us

[Lil Wayne:]
No one on the corner has swagger like moi, Church
But I’m too clean for these boys
I require what I desire I got stripes, Adidas
Mami scream papi no mas
Run up in your shit just me no moss
Runnin this shit like I got four thighs
None has swagger like this Oh god!
When it comes to styles I got several
Sharper than a swagger, dagger all metal
And my jewelz blue and yellow
Type of shit that make em call you Carmelo
Rules as follows stay true to the ghetto
Write your name on the bullet make you feel special
Ha, what the fuck you boys talking about?
I know it’s us cause we the only thing you talk about

No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
(And I’m done)
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
(Bye!)
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us

[T.I.:]
You go see Weezy for the wordplay,
Jeezy for the birdplay,
Kanyeezy for diversity and me for controversy,
All my verses picture perfect and they meant to serve a purpose,
You ain’t living what you kicking and you worthless,
Looking from the surface it may seem that I got reason to be nervous
Then observe my work and see that my adversity was worth it,
Verses autobiographical, absolutely classical,
Last thing I’m worried ’bout is what another rapper do,
Ain’t nobody hot as me…
Even if they rap they ass off blast, off and have outstanding qualities,
Sell alotta records I respect and salute that,
But spitting real life on hot beats…
I’m the truth at, you kick it like me no exaggeration necessary,
Living revolutionary, nothing less than legendary,
Gangsta shit hereditary, got it from my dad
Flow colder than February with extraordinary swag

No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us
No one on the corner have swagger like us
Swagger like us, swagger like us.

[Intro: T.I.]
Real talk, true story (uh-huh)
No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)
Y’knowmsayin? (Real talk)
Ay dawg (yeah yeah)
I’ma tell you like this

[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey I’m so raw, and I’m so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain’t ’bout shit
I’ll take yo’ broad, I can fuck yo’ bitch
Know that I’m gon’ ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I’ll take yo’ broad, I can fuck yo’ bitch
Know that I’m gon’ ball every chance I get, every chance I get

[T.I.]
They say it’s lonely at the top, but I don’t feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don’t feel phony
Ain’t another nigga colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola
I’m exceedin expectations, you barely meetin quota
I give it to ‘em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain’t Zone One, nigga ha, that’s a funny one
I’m King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I’m gettin (guap)
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like “Daddy, get ‘em”
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion
Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division
Break bread, StreetCred.com makin a killin
Plus “A King of Oneself,” high fashion, I’m flashin
I’m, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, let ‘em know

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, ’bout the same so far
Brag about your lil’ Benz, nigga that ain’t no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari’s, retarded, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin since it started up
Season hoe, get ‘em all to fuck cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck
Nah, it ain’t that I’m rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much
So I’m tryin now while I’m rhymin not to brag about the island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in
House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I’ll be quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie I don’t be lyin
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?
If I made less money, started to dress bummy
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don’t and we just say I did, nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro: T.I.]
Ay say homeboy
It’s real talk comin at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that?
Heh, you could hate all you want partna
I’ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo’ muh’fuckin thang as usual
Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It’s the king, BITCH!
Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain’t Zone One, bitch nigga
My grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, hoe-ass nigga
You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga
See me nigga! You know?
Why niggaz gotta wait ’til a nigga got the police watchin you
and start kickin that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga
You know you don’t wanna see me, bitch nigga!
Yeahhhhhh, AY!

[Chorus].

Aye What’s Happenin’
All you haters should get at me cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’ but I’m serious haters so all I gotta say is…

[Chorus:]
What up, what’s happenin’
All u haters can get at me (hey)
Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’ (hey)
But I’m still here I ain’t stoppin’

So What up, what’s happenin’
All u haters should get at me
Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’
But I’m serious haters so all I gotta say is what up…

[Verse 1:]
What it is bruh (bruh)
What it do mane (mane)
I’m still tha man from the pan to tha blue flame
Then hit tha door make it rain with the loose change
I bet that what he did a show, now that’s a damn shame
I guess that what he hatin for boy u so damn lame (Sucka Nigga)
Ya Click tha same, just a bunch of walkin shit stains
Disgrace to tha A ya give the city such a bad name
You way back in my rearview mirror I’m in tha fast lane
Still I hear ya loud and clear on ya lil’ song
Go on getcha dissin’ on while tha king on
His self esteem gone (why) cause I’m back now
Let’s see if we can’t teach these niggas how to act now
Kissin’ ass then, jumpin’ back now
I check ya ass then, I shut ya ass down
And I deliver front and center, never back down
Who get tha last laugh now sucka nigga

[Chorus:]
What up, what’s happenin’
All u haters can get at me (hey)
Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’ (hey)
But I’m still here I ain’t stoppin’

So What up, what’s happenin’
All u haters should get at me
Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’
But I’m serious haters so all I gotta say is what up…

[Verse 2:]
I got a front street swag and a side street hustle
Send her here to Cedar Ave. that’s where I be SUCKA
South Grand Church Street, the first with that work
But we can get it to commercial, if ya need somethin chirp me
Hey what I care bout who askin, sayin they ain’t heard of me
I’m certified, certainly
Them videos ain’t hurtin me
I still ride with the window rolled down all around the A town like it’s fidin to go down
If it was ever any questions, niggas fidin to know now
Will retire my thrown but surrender no crown
I never bow down (Never)
And never say die (Never)
This to whom it may concern and who so ever may try
I’m forever Westside
And the featherweight dies
Tell them take they best shot
Gon get yourself hot
Cause I yell Bankhead and you felt left out
I ain’t mention yo name
That’s what all this bout?

[Chorus:]
What up, what’s happenin’
All u haters can get at me (hey)
Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’ (hey)
But I’m still here I ain’t stoppin’

So What up, what’s happenin’
All u haters should get at me
Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’
But I’m serious haters so all I gotta say is what up…

[Verse 3:]
From Summer Hill to the hills up in Hollywood
A house full, gettin to it, you know how we do it (Yeah)
Yeah we smoke great (great)
And we drink good (good)
Then we ball hard, just like G’s should
Buy what we want
Drive what we want
G4 up, up, and away, we go, we fly where we want
Haters smile like they like it when they really don’t
Wish they could just wish me away
That’s what they really want
“I really hate his ass”
“I don’t like him either”
“We’ll do a song together, maybe then we can beat him”
“Somehow he must be stopped”
“Somethin must be done”
“If we can’t knock him off, let’s just try him when he get caught with guns”
“Then he’ll be really done (Yeah) and we really won (Yeah)
“Any more ideas? “
“Suggestions anyone? “
“How bout we stay up all night, on the blog sites, spread vicious lies and nasty rumors we could all write”
But that’s alright
Let the nerds hate
Cause in my face though, the words get ate
And hatin’s hard work, when I just bounce back
This God work
Tell all the haters I’m back!

[Chorus:]
What up, what’s happenin’
All u haters can get at me (hey)
Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’ (hey)
But I’m still here I ain’t stoppin’

So What up, what’s happenin’
All u haters should get at me
Cause I hear ya and I’m watchin’
But I’m serious haters so all I gotta say is what up..

(feat. Swizz Beatz)

[Chorus: Swizz Beatz]
Alright, okay, I don’t dance, no way
I just take my Louis rag out and wave it round in the air
Take my Gucci rag out and wave it round in the air [x2]

[Verse 1: T.I.]
New Akoo outfit with a gucci rag
Tied to my beltloop and my louis bag
Full of stacks rubberbands round big cash
Got a sick swag til tha hataz get mad (come on)
We in the club homes gettin our thug on
Bottles of patron if you grown get your buzz on
We brought the broads out and brought the cars out
I’m like the moon I shine and bring the stars out
When it dark out get the squad out
We ball hard sucka ***** eat ya heart out
I’m too advanced super swag in my louis pants
Ballin now my louis silk shirt match my louis rag

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
In musabi(?) big ballin is my hobby
I’m boppin while I’m walkin rag fallin out my pocket
If big money ain’t the topic homie I ain’t even talkin
Get it on by the workers but I’m cool with all the bosses
Catch me flossin at the mall talkin to a broad
She follow me and gucci and I taught her how to ball
3 pair shoes 4 shirts 6 rags
Chick said dad that’s more in my bag
Shawty I can show you how to spend this bread real fast
Then get a group of chicks to give you head real fast
Silk scarf hangin outa jeans ya’ll
Homie I ain’t thinkin I’m just doin my thing

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I took some time off and now I’m back ya’ll
While your in the line at the club I’m in the back dawg
And when this song on ballas peel stacks off
And make it rain on them broads watch the stacks fall
And pull your rag out and wave it left, right
Let it sag with ya pants get ya swag just right
Ride bankhead flare flyin out the benz
Once a fool with it we gon’bring em out again

[Chorus].

Damn shawty, look at you im sayin man is it just me or is it you got too much ass in them jeans? Aye a come on

[ verse 1 ]
Aye I been watchin’ you awhile now and I just wanna find a way to make you smile now why you blushin forget about them other guys now I know you ain’t gon’ try to tell me that you shy now, now realize that your beauty could intimidate them suckas you aint got no business wit em anyway got such a pretty face big booty lil waist line I wanna grind from behind to the bass line have a great time pull yourself a shot girl chase it wit the line now your feelin like a hot girl I know your prolly used to dealin wit them wanna be’s but honestly I gotta say im who they wanna be I promise all I wanna see is you up under me and we can disappear whenever when you wanna leave I can guarantee the ride or ya life any fantasies on ya mind we can try em tonight

[ chorus ]
Oohh yeaa sittin here( im lookin at you like that ) sippin on patron somethings on my mind ( you wanna leave wit me tonight? ) its been killin me all night long and I wonder ( shawty let me tell you what im thinking bout ) ooo girl I wonder ( forreal shawty let me tell you what im thinking bout ) it’s the end of the night im thinking you might wanna leave the bar park the par and turn into porn stars

[ verse 2 ]
Yes, I love to hear about your interests I gotta say your intellect got me impressed
see your panties through your dress like a silhouette patron got me thinking sex is you feelin that? No disrespect though a simple yes, no and let yourself let go shawty let go pull up to the crib get you through the dress show kiss you from your pretty lips to your red toes time tickin it’s the end of the night and you can leave wit ya friend if ya like but im sayin though and we can ride out back to my house I wanna see you satisfied inside and out once im in you aint gon want me to slide out ya tell ya girlfriends they gon wanna try it out a lil more of this will loosin you up what we cant do in the club we can do in the truck

[ chorus ]

[ verse 3 ]
Aye would you stay could ya play wit it wit ya tounge just a little ya such a sexy individual physical and mental and if ya sentimental should the rules bend a little and if you start at the top stop in the middle use a popsicle make you shiver giggle when it tickle I can talk to ya dirty if ya like that I finish once hit a blunt start right back I know you told me you a good girl shawty you’s a grown woman not a lil girl you can blame it on the patron or the champagne but sometimes being bad could be a good thing.

[ chorus ].

(feat. Usher)

Hey, hey
Hey what’s happenin’ e’erybody
I hope they get my good side
You know I gotta look good when I walk out the house
You know I know the camera’s following
I know they taking pictures, right Drama
Ay man, you watch it I live it, you dig that
Y’all sit back relax get some popcorn man
I’m gonna make it a good show, you dig that
This goin’ make a hell of a movie huh

My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin’ for me to lose it
I guess I’m just here for your amusement

The price of fame I think I paid, want my change I done gave
E’erything in my possession for my seconds on the stage
For my name up in lights and multi-million record sales
I done gave up my life, can’t get a moment to myself
When alone I ask myself, is it worth it? I ain’t perfect
Neither is anybody else, but I think my kids deserve
To be with Daddy out in public without all the interruptions
When the lies and gossip’s published I’m the topic of discussion
And I stay in trouble just to show these suckers I ain’t lost it
And I’d do it all again that’s the funny thing about it
I ain’t playing, boy I’m ’bout it
Will I change, boy I doubt it
I done been a lot of things, I ain’t never been a coward
See the paparazzi crowded all around me now
Same niggas who was dissin’ want a pound like I’m C now
Showered with support from my adoring fans
They hear T.I.’s arrested they’re like here we go again

My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin’ for me to lose it
I guess I’m just here for your amusement

You’ve seen it all before, guys know how the story goes
It’s like 2Pac never died, sit back, enjoy the show
You see the shit that scares you senseless, I done lived through it
Knew the risks and the consequences and I still do it
And then I’m so fresh, them niggas mildew it
Not just a actor by profession, pimp, I live movies
That’s why they whisper when they see me, point and stare at me
‘Cause they just wanna live through me vicariously
Fashion weekend, Paris week, party like a rockstar
Get blown by a top model ’til she catch lockjaw
Got the dough you get a year, stashed in my sock drawer
Showed you the troubles and the struggles of an outlaw
Top dog would not fall, I am not y’all
Couple pages out the calendar and I’m out y’all
Kid listen, pay attention, you don’t wanna be me
It’s safer to watch it on T.V.

My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin’ for me to lose it
I guess I’m just here for your amusement

See I don’t think it would even matter (to me)
Woking a nine to (five) would it be better
I mean be honest, would you care to gossip about me
Not likely
I guess that’s just the way that it goes (the way that it goes)
(‘Cause I know) See I can be somewhere out keeping it cool
(And get told) Almost anything instead of the truth
Y’all know more than I do, it’s breaking news to me too
Easy killer y’all know that ain’t how I move (ooh)
He said and she said (what) I did what, with they (who)
No not me I said (not me) she gave me no head (ooh)
Won’t get me again (hey) I pleaded the fifth (hey)
I know better than to ever talk during the film…
In’ and flashing lights can blind your eyesight
To when you can’t see what’s wrong from right
Well shorty ’til you walk a mile in my shoes
And understand this is who I am
Usher I completely concur
Life can be such a blur, obviously we prefer
Our privacy but instead we endure
Yes sir, don’t expect nothin’ less of me
‘Cause this goin’ probably be this way until the death of me
But for the hustle and the lady on my arm now
Plus all my kids and my mom’s I’m a calm down
And yo, we doin’ just fine, and the time’s just flyin’
Live one headline at a time

My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
I walk they follow (ay)
I talk they holla (ay)
Just here for your amusement
My life, your entertainment
You watch it while I live it (live it)
You waitin’ for me to lose it
I guess I’m just here for your amusement.

[Talking: T.I.]
Ha Ha The KIng Is Back nigga…

[Intro: 4x]
Go Go Go Go Go Go Go Go…
Go… go… go

[Verse 1:]
Never have you seen in ya lifetime
A more divine southern rapper with a swag like mine
Facin all kinda time but smile like I’m fine
Brag with such passion and shine without tryin
Believe me, pains a small thing to a giant
I was born without a dime, out the gutter I climbed
Spoke my mind and didn’t stutter one time
Ali said even the greatest gotta suffer sometime
So I huff and puff rhymes, lyrics so sick with it
Set the standard in Atlanta how to get get get it
So you up and coming rappers wanna diss, just kill it
I’m officially the realest, point blank, period
Whether I still live in the hood or just visit
Whatever you can do in the hood I done did it
That’s why the dope boys and the misfits feel it
This still the city long as tip live it, listen

[Chorus:]
I ain’t dead (nah) I ain’t done(nah)
I ain’t scared(of what), I ain’t run(from who)
Still I stand (yeah)
No matter what VA here I am No matter what remember
I ain’t break(never), I ain’t fold(never)
They hate me more(so?)
Yeah I know, here I go
No matter what shortie, here I go
No matter what shortie

[Verse 2:]
You let the blog sites and the magazines tell it
I’m showed to be jail til 2027
Rather see me in the cell then
Instead of this new McLaruen
God will take you through hell, just to get you to heaven
So even tho it’s heavy, the load I will carry
Grin and still bear it, win and still share it.
Apologies to the fans, I hope you can understand it
Like a change in direction, even when you ain’t planned it
All you can do it handle it, worst thing you can do is panic
Use it to your advantage, avoid insanity manage
To conquer, every obstacle, make impossible possible
Even when winning illogical, losing is still far from optional
Yeah they wanna see you shot up in the hospital
But when life throws you punches, block and counter like a boxer do
Been locked inside this casa too long, I did a song
To make it known that the king lives on Pimpin

[Chorus:]
I ain’t dead (nah) I ain’t done(nah)
I ain’t scared(of what), I ain’t run(from who)
Still I stand (yeah)
No matter what VA here I am No matter what remember
I ain’t break(never), I ain’t fold(never)
They hate me more(so?)
Yeah I know, here I go
No matter what shortie, here I go
No matter what shortie

[Verse 3:]
Even in solitude, there’s still no hotter dude
I show you how to do, what you do, you ain’t gotta clue
All you do is follow dudes, sound like a lotta dudes
I’ll weather whatever storm, make it out without a bruise
I understand why, now when my hands tied
They take shots cause if I’m out there it’s a landslide
But revenge is best served as a cold dish
And suckas will get served better know this
Guess it was understood, for me it was over with
But I don’t quit, if you ain’t noticed yet
They couldn’t wait to say goodnight shorty
So they can try to rhyme, act and look like shorty
Go get a beat from toomp, and make a hook like shorty
Before ya know it I’m back what it look like shorty
I lost my partner and my daughter in the same year
Somehow I rise above my problems and remain here
Yeah, and I hope the picture painted clear
If your hearts fill with faith then you can’t fear
Wonder how I face years and I’m still chillin
Easy, let go and let God deal with it

[Chorus:]
I ain’t dead (nah) I ain’t done(nah)
I ain’t scared(of what), I ain’t run(from who)
Still I stand (yeah)
No matter what VA here I am No matter what remember
I ain’t break(never), I ain’t fold(never)
They hate me more(so?)
Yeah I know, here I go
No matter what shortie, here I go
No matter what shortie.

(feat. Ludacris & B.o.B)

[Chorus: B.O.B.]
I used to dream (I used to dream) oh whoah
About the money and the cars and girls (and the girls)
But now I sing (now I sing) oh whoah
Because I’m sitting on top of the world (the whole world)
And now I sing sing sing sing cause I’m sitting on top of the world
And now I sing sing sing sing sitting on top of the world

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Man I remember before I say that wait let me issue this statement
No way should reflection be mistaking for glorification
Now I remember so vivid me and my niggas was living
Sub-standard condition still handling business
Still laughing and tripping still having the bitches
I’m rapping now reminiscing and god damn it we made it
From trapping standing and pitching with rich we stand in the kitchen
Splitting it eight ways flipping it 8 days
Thought that while in a room it was just the way to behave
Kept the weight and the yay for most the paper we made in all dimes
I ain’t lying the pleasure was all mine
Have big work to move but we served the small time
I always outshined the niggas with small minds
Who would of thought we would be arguably the greatest of all time
Around here we developed such a sound down here
But duplicate it off the steel it can only be found here
Only listen to G’s that other shit I don’t hear
Shit they so far in the rear how would I even care
I’m too busy being a player staring at niggas careers
But talk about it for years and now we finally here

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
They say what goes up must come down but I ain’t reached my cruising altitude
Take a look at what I did but can you imagine what I’m about to do
The places I’m bout to go and the money I’m bout to see
Gave bill gates some binoculars and said look out for me
Exceeded expectations even at def jam
Cause I married the streets and atlanta has been my best man
My momma quit her job and now she works with six figures
Cause I’m a self-made nappy-headed rich nigga
Private planes help me travel in peace
To four cities in one day and four countries in one week
Cause I work for myself and no one else cause I’m too smart too
Put one of my partners right through culinary art school
Now he my personal chef so that bread he get it
Put them all in houses cleaned up all of my friends credit
And now they witness all the glitz and the glamour
Catch us eating at straits atlanta with women with table manners
Order in singapore and lobster
Celebrating coming from nothing to winning grammys and rappers winning oscars
And they say rappers shouldn’t act nahh suckers
We see samuel jackson like what’s up mother fucker

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I know them haters don’t stop plotting and wish you would fall
Cause I’m standing on top looking down at it all
I see you down there to ya’ll this ain’t like I got it all
Homie I ain’t get enough I’m still trying to triple up
So all we got is street cred and akoo building up
Say I’m doing too much shit I say I ain’t did enough
Remember saying damn if I could just get to a million plus
And now I’m like shit what the fuck is a million bucks
Triple that on my bun thanks to bigs and run
But never mind what I’ve been through just look at what I become
All the shit I’ve avoided what I done for my sons
Hand dollars and momma just call her
I sold dope and dropped out of school seems it’s all they can see
They don’t notice none of my family did that since me
I broke that cycle now my family live a life of
Mandatory minimals but not when the judge sentence them
Cousins in college where you think they get tuition from
Jeffrey standing around wishing huh
And while you standing around looking dumb
I make it happen taking action over time got damn good at it

[Chorus].

[Intro:]
I think the price of fame cost to much
Hey these niggas talk to much
I’m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
Say I’m ready for whatever

[Verse 1:]
Even tho my head in the clouds I’m planning on the pavement
People walk around looking at me in amazement
I play a lot of game but where I’m being I ain’t playing with
They so judgemental that they don’t understand that
If ya life is in jeopardy
Everyday is you telling me
You wouldn’t need weaponry
Just because of your felonies
Consider this at least I got everybody sweating me
Homies streets is people who won’t rest unless I rest in peace
Killed my folk a year ago still in my sleep they threaten me
Paranoia stressing me
Ain’t nobody protecting me
I’m dealing with the pressure from my partner dying next to me
Thinking no ones arrested they coming for me eventually
This all the things that I would go and do mentally
This could be the reason I ignored the pennitentiary
Not mentioning new orlean niggas coming in the city killing all summer long ain’t no body pay attention

[Bridge:]
Now is it that hard to understand if you listen
Die or go to jail that’s a hell of a decision
But I’m wrong and I know that my excuses arent important
I’m just trying to let you know that I ain’t think I had a choice

[Chorus:]
I had straps in my ride (ride) gotta go to prison (prison)
U waiting on me to die u gone be waiting for a minute
Boy I’m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I’ll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle
Can’t afford the price of fame cause it cost to much
Plus these sucka niggas lame and they talk to much
That’s why I’m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I’ll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle

Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle

[Verse 2:]
I’m a man I ain’t perfect I admit I’m guilty
But understand feel me
I will ride filthy
Cause niggas out there plotting to rob me and kill me
Five hundred thousand every year spent on security
My future looked bright but now it getting blurry
Niggas in a hurry to find me and bury me
For surely god will deliver
Me I’m about it I’m a fighter to the heart I’ll forever be about it
I’m a father to my sons asset to my community
Look all that I have done my good outweigh the negativity
Mentally I was focused on not letting history
Repeat itself that’s why heat was kept in that vacinity
Guess eventually I’m gon be known but no meliciously
Through all of the publicity was anyone considering
My position and the logic heading my decision
But they caught me with em and hauled me off to prison
PERIOD.

[Bridge:]
Now is it that hard to understand if you listen
Die or go to jail that’s a hell of a decision
But I’m wrong and I know that my excuses arent important
I’m just trying to let you know that I ain’t think I had a choice
FORREAL

[Chorus:]
I had straps in my ride (ride) gotta go to prison (prison)
U waiting on me to die u gone be waiting for a minute
Boy I’m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I’ll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle
Can’t afford the price of fame cause it cost to much
Plus these sucka niggas lame and they talk to much
That’s why I’m ready for whatever
Somebody better tell em
I’ll be here when the smoke clear and everything settle

Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal, Forreal, Forreal
I said when everything settle
Forreal.

[Verse 1:]
Rapper for the hell of it
Hella rich never have to sell a brick again
Must I tell a bitch again
Bullshit I’m addressing check I’m on some next level shit
Never been fucked in the game I’m sellibant
Rat me out my element barely out the ghetto with
One for thy and one for them intelligent as fellas get
Listen let’s settle then be clear I could fall back seven years and still 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 edimen blowing that celery
Stack that cash like the U.S. treasurey every single thing I done did was done heavily
Rap until your seventy still ain’t catching me put it on my pops, big phil and 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 whoever drop mine that’s ova phenito you paying for your foul like a freethrow (thou)
Now how could a nigga think that he could see me other than the magazine covers or the t.v.
You know I sold more mixtapes than your cd your waiting on your big break praying you can beat me
You ain’t made it far as DC on the low I been all around the globe like a god how they treat me
Broads hit they knees out they clothes when they greet me mouth wide open just begging me to skeet skeet
You in a deep sleep stop dreaming I’m six albums in for 10 years I been hot steaming
The limelights mine I’m gleaming beaming that’s why I say I’m KING bitch I got my reasons

[Chorus:]
Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more millies
Niggas talk shit that’s silly
Shawty he ain’t about that really is he
Nigga I’m illy
Hey I run this city clearly
Tell em get lost I get busy really
Nigga I’m illy

[Verse 2:]
Where niggas get off piss off me and mine only take time to pop a lid off
Shit all after the way you bouncing is ya’ll out of you fucking mind you figuring I would fizz off
Never cooled off tip scorching minimal injury thought they missing me max fortune
Number one hands down flow paints portraits everybody think you stink like horse shit
House full of chicks on some girl next door shit a king who gon sell 30 mill out the store quick
Of course this case lost all my endorsements tripled up on real estate still buying more shit
Tip bankrupt according to your sources I’m still caked up along with more reinforcements
Tore shit up from the ladder to the rooftops officially the hottest nigga rapping since tupac
Before 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 till somebody start busting
Remember my discussion when rappers be battling I find out about it better get to skedaddling
Pack your familys bags move em out to seattley you ever come back you’ll need ambulance and bandages
Live life glamorous so extravagent imagine on the worlwide traveling hip hop champion
For real though you could’ntfuck with me with a brazil hoe nigga

[Chorus:]
Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly
All on my mind is to get more millies
Niggas talk shit that’s silly
Shawty he ain’t about that really is he
Nigga I’m illy
Hey I run this city clearly
Tell em get lost I get busy really
Nigga I’m illy.