T.I.

T.I. - Hear Ye songtekst

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There's a rainbow everywhere depending on where you stand

Whether the dashboard a yay or the walls a hundred grand each

Double R interior tan, outside is peach

Oh you tryna make a deal out in golden beach

Or the Florida Keys ducking the Florida D's

But you only end up with bricks and sand

I know niggas that run from their shadows like Peter Pan

Running like it's a Nike commercial but he's the man



What they don't like on site he murk like he's the clan

8 balls the size of baseballs like Jeter's hand

It fecal fam', yeah it's the shit

Zip ya face up when skateboard is on the script

Catch me in the Gap V with some BBC trunks

Flip flops sipping on cream like its punch

I push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the front

Bending over like she just puffed Busta's blunt

I told y'all muthaf-ckas once, I think I'm hungry



Finna eat ya'll niggas lunch

Ya'll niggas cunts, I'm from the commonwealth

Where wealth aint common

When niggas roll around with chrome solvers looking for problems

Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll

Arthritic fingers niggas bang when they stroll

Trading in the hats for the cane and the gold

The golds for the chain and the cane was on swole

Ayo Tip get these pion niggas told



Still stand tall when it all falls down

Whether Hollywood hills or a one horse town

You should know better, there's no better than these four letters

More than ever niggas want me dead

Cause they starving and I'm getting fed

But f-ck ‘em anyway

I'd rather be me on my worst day than to be a sucka nigga on his birthday

All cake no candles, just a living example

Ten toes down all out no sandals

Godfather, a young Marlon Brando

Let me make sure they understand yo

Here ye, here ye, you wise you fear me

Real niggas on they shine, much obliged, merci!

Everybody wanna criticise him 'bout how bad he ended up



Look how bad he coulda been

I coulda caught a body sold a brick to somebody

Who volunteered my information to the federales

I made it outta all of that like I aint gon be proud of that

So petty shit, you sticking to me, gimme all you got of that

Doing this for all my niggas

Who 'bout to go to prison and let a nigga kill ‘em

So we leaving this PO snub nose in his denim

Trap or death is waiting round the corners that he been in

On bended knee, God forgive us, we've been sinning

In our defence, look at the options we've been given



Laying in the prison cell staring at the ceiling

Back in this bitch again, I guess they weren't bullshittin' huh

Still wonder where it all went wrong

Since Phil got killed I aint never moved on

Like I'm still in the club where the blows got thrown

When my crown fell down and I got dethroned

Bunch of niggas around but I feel all alone

Like a piece of me is missin', guess it never came home

Probably died in a van when it all hit the fan

Save the life of a friend we don't all get the chance



Now here I stand with blood on my hands trying hard to explain so hi' mom understand

I done fought for the loss for the soul of a man

Only soldiers know how that'll take a toll on a man

Burdens on the World of my shoulders: heavy

Visibly composed, my emotions buried

Scary, so if I pop a pill, smoke a blunt or take a shot

Ya'll let a niggga live

Still baffled how my life unravelled

In the meantime time just travelled

Can't see behind the walls of my castle

Opinionated pions son but who asked you

I tell you what you do

Take ya two cents



Kick rocks to a fountain pitching to make a wish

Shit, if wishes had wings, they'd all make it to heaven

And we'd all be kings

If wishes had wings, they'd all make it to heaven

And we'd all be kings

Yeah
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