Man, I didn't sign up for this shit
Lost my partner, lost my life, homie
Man fuck this shit, 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
Fuck 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 bullshit 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 nigga anyway
It's way more important what I'm finna say
Do what I say I ain't droppin shit 'til 2028
(What the fuck if he comes on the 20th or the 28th?)
(He said the year 2028 fuckin moron)

And listen, guys wanna be hot shit
It's T.I.P. from here on out, fuck that T.I. shit
Give a damn what that nigga 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 sucka, bitch 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. nigga, 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 motherfuckin' money)
Oh, I gotcha motherfuckin' money, parna, but I ain't playin'
You got any sense, you'll do what the fuck I say, I say no goddamn album
And that ain't no threat, that's a motherfuckin' promise, Jack.
Come and see me if you want it, get it like the Red Cross, nigga

(Hustle Pimp) (16x)