Released: September 23, 2016
Songwriter: T.I.
Producer: Pusha Beatz
[Intro]
Uh, yeah
[Verse]
Artificial drug dealer
Major league thug, wanna be a killer, courtroom seat filler
In an overseas 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, having 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 lead 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 his
Askin' God, "What’s the purpose? Paying tithes every 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
[Outro]
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 head of hair like Kendrick, and I’ll be alright
You know?
He wish he had my motherfuckin' six pack though
So you know I'm saying, even swap ain’t no swindle
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
Uh, yeah
[Verse]
Artificial drug dealer
Major league thug, wanna be a killer, courtroom seat filler
In an overseas 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, having 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 lead 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 his
Askin' God, "What’s the purpose? Paying tithes every 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
[Outro]
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 head of hair like Kendrick, and I’ll be alright
You know?
He wish he had my motherfuckin' six pack though
So you know I'm saying, even swap ain’t no swindle
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
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From the albums
- Us or Else (2016)
- Us or Else: Letter to the System (2016)
T.I. popular songs
- About The Money
- Memories Back Then
- No Mediocre
- That’s All She Wrote
- Live Your Life
- Sorry
- Dead and Gone
- Whatever You Like
- Go Get It
- Ball
- What You Know
- Wit Me
- Guns and Roses
- Rubber Band Man
- No Matter What
- About the Money (Remix)
- Peanut Butter Jelly
- Private Show
- Bring Em Out
- Poppin Bottles
- Why You Wanna
- Trap Back Jumping
- Jefe
- Welcome to the World