Act I (T.I.P.) - T.I.

Man, I didn't sign up for this sh_t
Lost my partner, lost my life, homie
Man f_ck this sh_t, I'm done

Ay, Listen holmes, get Atlantic on the phone
Go and call em, have 'em tell Craig, Julie, Kevin Carvel, I need to holla at em.
First you gotta let em know I'm tired of rappin
F_ck the money, ever since Phil died I ain't happy
Hey what's happenin', we under new operations
Though we're ready for whatever we like cooperation
Betta listen when I'm talkin', throwed off, I ain't patient
I'm'a tell ya what, yeah, start countin' shell cases
Don't mean to scare ya, but this bullsh_t is irritatin
I'm'a tell ya like it is shawty, I ain't finna play
I feel another K comin' round the corner anyday
I know the consequences, I'm the same n_gga anyway
It's way more important what I'm finna say
Do what I say I ain't droppin sh_t 'til 2028
(What the f_ck if he comes on the 20th or the 28th?)
(He said the year 2028 f_ckin moron)

And listen, guys wanna be hot sh_t
It's T.I.P. from here on out, f_ck that T.I. sh_t
Give a damn what that n_gga got to say 'bout this
Yeah, I think it's best you just stay outta this
Don't be E-mailin no itineraries, I won't get it
Ya best bet: just holla when they fuel the jet.
Tell Sidney ain't no photo shoot and I ain't interviewin
Refuse, now be a s_cka, b_tch the shooter doesn't move

(If you cash that check, then you be spendin our money)
You right about that honey, thanks for doin' that for me
(And speakin of money) You can always buy me out, but the price high
I ain't another T.I. n_gga, no more Mr. Nice Guy.

(Listen kid, understand me here, this is Lyor Cohen)
(You better treat this company with some respect)
(You better not be playin' with my motherf_ckin' money)
Oh, I gotcha motherf_ckin' money, parna, but I ain't playin'
You got any sense, you'll do what the f_ck I say, I say no goddamn album
And that ain't no threat, that's a motherf_ckin' promise, Jack.
Come and see me if you want it, get it like the Red Cross, n_gga

(Hustle Pimp) (16x)

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