(feat. Rapsody)



[Verse 1: T.I.]

Yeah

Well

Attention to my youngins coming up in this shit

Let me tell you what you do, teachers say you ain't shit

Hack off in her IG, get up in her email

Find something in it that'll humble that bitch

Get a 8 ball better not fumble that bitch

Better double that shit

Make a hundred right back

It outta be illegal making money like this

If it is that what everyone says you can't tell

Yeah

Imma have a thing for the arm and hammer

Before these niggas was even thinkin' about Atlanta

Little Bankhead nigga off Balton Road

With a snubbed nose short like Muggsy Bogues

Don't try one can't take 6 of us

Plus you might get shot no fisticuffs (okay)

King in real life

Shinnin' til my

Lights cut off and life is f**ked off

Til them and Rick kept me in Miami ducked off

Somewhere on Biscayne

Ride in the Lambo

Abracadabra magic like we in Orlando

And where your bitch go

And where her pants go

Turn that around automatically mando

If her feet f**ked up hanging out her sandals

On that mob shit like Marlon Brando

Smoking weed trappin' standing under the lamp post

For real all a nigga ever done

Was come up on a bag turn around and get another one

Then how I came up on a bunch of money

And a bunch of motherf**kers tryna find a way to get it from me

Avoid the red tape proceed to rampage

Now a days these niggas be so goddamn fake

And I can't stand things that are pretending

To hear you speak is so condensing

I say f**k that watch with your diamonds in it

Tryna turn myself into a monument

Stimulate the economy

Buy a Rolls Royce and hold your horse

Niggas talk loud but got no voice

Better fall in line and leave no choice

And I ain't finna play about that

And that's really all a nigga really care to say about that



[Verse 2: Rapsody]

Bust

Dedicated to all the bustas

We just bustin'

TIP

RAP

ATL to Raleigh North Carolina

But I was born and raised in Snowy Hill 252 Green County all day yeah

Where I'm from some niggas do die

Some women do bust everybody got 5

I ain't never done street shit, just too fly

Get down, lay down, boy we're too high

Hood divided I seen it live, seen the drugs, seen the love

All of it here for pride

Use to date a drug dealer in my past life

Drink Boons Farm smoke just to pass nights

Potential bigger than a monument

Real nigga, look up to me honestly

And my old whip, that old shit, the 95

I use to 9 to 5 with back in 99

I had a real job fool I could legally drive

Return pushin' a kickass ride

Bustin' rhymes, I bust around, bustin' 9s

Y'all doin' that y'all is wild

Tell ya child they ain't gotta walk or run the mile

We ran the course so y'all can stop

Tip 'em back the tip of that I tip 'em over

He dead yeah yeah I know it

Mother f**kas should know I'm Noah

Ha ha big boat bitch uh

Look I could walk on water ah

I care to say I care bout y'all

Care bout love, care bout God

Carry the cross don't get carried away

Over character flaws mother f**kas they don't care bout us

Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson I punch 'em out

Mother f**ka what happened here

TIP, RAP kill it

Mother f**ka back how the f**k you feelin' ah