I'll Show You (feat. Pusha T) - T.I.

As you come out to the light Can your eyes behold the sight? It's only Monday Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Just so you remember who you dealing with The number don't change, I know who the chemist is Brick by brick, we kept open dealerships Mitch by mitch, we built up our villages Seein' you rappers apply for the stimulus Livin' a lie but die for your images It's guns involved like cowboys and Indians You Trackhawk niggas are not my equivalent Flew your bitch to Cuba for the thrill of it But I ain't go, to show you what you shoulda did Tennis chains to hide all my blemishes My Joker smile, you know who the villain is Just so you remember who you dealin' with Look outside, the landscape ridiculous Motion lights surrounded meticulous Architectural Digest my premises She just spent a million on the finishes Millionaires were made out of middlemen That hole in the attic was not for a ceiling fan Army Celine, the wardrobe is militant And army fatigue when I talk pyramids Just so you remember who you dealin' with The purest snow we sellin' white privilege Designer drugs will turn niggas limitless Designer clothes, these hoes losing innocence The book of blow, just know I'm the Genesis As you come out to the light Can your eyes behold the sight? It's only Monday Tomorrow never comes until it's too late Just so you remember who you dealin' with His Pyrex talks but I'm the ventriloquist Language different, I'm damn near an immigrant A song with any of you niggas, I'm disinterested The needle is sharp, but they ain't shooting insulin You missing the point, these drums ain't Timberlands Never thought we'd go to war After all the things we saw It's April Fool's Day Tomorrow never comes until it's too late We fight for the bill, you niggas still chipping in You Google to death, the shit I get driven in My boys in the hood is mixed with the menaces The cane is sugar and cut by Dominicans Open the box, it's like ten Christmases My folks in the box is serving life sentences I live in a world that never leaves witnesses Just so you remember who you dealin' with Tomorrow never comes until it's too late

Yeah, King Push I could tell you what the Porsche cost, what my wrist like What a brick weigh, what your bitch like Ace bottles and late models, niggas happy with the base model Fashion God from fake model, they follow I'm the culture, KRS in a 'Rosta Poetry, Scott La Rock with the coca, I'm the joker My bitch got the poker face, she a soldier Might let you fuck just so she can show me the safe Yugh! I did live through drug wars, open suicide doors Fuck the bitch on mink floors but it ain't enough Yugh! Seen the world on these tours, Porsche paying 'til I bought Yugh! I partied off shores but it ain't enough Motivate or I can be a menace, you got two choices I got one chopper, I'm hearing voices I'm seeing visions, these Rolls Royces In arms reach, I come creep, these snakes are poisonous Oyster perpetual lifestyle, look at the watch on me right now Bezel blinding like a bright cloud It's a drug dealer's dream Everything that I say is everything that I mean Let's weigh it up Check, kilogram on the neck, money, power, respect Real shooter's on deck, but it ain't enough Yes, man I just got the text, she's just waiting, undressed Her girlfriend brought the checks, she ain't enough Everybody get the tech, all you niggas hit the deck Bitches think he got next, but it ain't enough Haters still wanna test, but I just say, "Fuck the rest" Always gave her my best, but it ain't enough

Pullin' up in that new toy The wrist on that boy rockstar like Pink Floyd Waving at rude boy, I'm wavin' at you, boy Ran off on the plug too like Trugoy Imagine me do-boy, you could never do what I do, boy Still, duckin' shit that I did, boy Niggas in Paris 'fore Hit-Boy These ain't the same type of hits, boy Shit can get litter than lit, boy You don't take these type of risks, boy 'Cause this boy been throwin' that D like Rich Boy You missed, boy; ya numbers don't add up on the blow That was ten years ago, if you know, you know (yeah) If you know, you know If you know, you know This thing of ours, oh, this thing of ours A fraternity of drug dealers ringin' off I just happen to be alumni Too legit, they still lookin' at me with one eye The company I keep is not corporate enough Child Rebel Soldier, you ain't orphan enough A rapper turned trapper can't morph into us But a trapper turned rapper can morph into Puff Dance contest for the smokers I predict snow, Al Roker (If you know, you know) I only ever looked up to Sosa You all get a bird, this nigga Oprah Bricklayers in ball shorts Coachin' from the side of the ball courts (If you know, you know) One stop like a Walmart We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport (If you know, you know) If you know 'bout the carport The trap door's supposed to be awkward (If you know, you know) That's the reason we ball for Circle 'round twice for the encore (If you know, you know) You ever been hit with the water weight Then had to weigh, "Do you war or wait?" (If you know, you know) When we all clickin' like Golden State And you and your team are the motorcade (If you know, you know) Been grantin' wishes like a genie Two bad hoes in two-piece bikinis I've been hidin' where you can see me The skybox is right next to RiRi's Solely responsible for showin' rappers how to stand On the front lines when trappers started throwin' bands Where were you when Big Meech brought the tigers in? 'Cause I was busy earnin' stripes like a tiger's skin Bricklayers in ball shorts Coachin' from the side of the ball courts (If you know, you know) One stop like a Walmart We got the tennis balls for the wrong sport (If you know, you know) If you know 'bout the carport The trap door supposed to be awkward (If you know, you know) That's the reason we ball for Circle 'round twice for the encore (If you know, you know)

Like shining oil, this night is dripping down Stars are slipping down, glistening And I'm trying not to think what I'm leaving now No deceiving now, it's time you let me go Let me go I'll be gone! I'll be gone! King Push Dope game keep callin' Dope boys keep fallin' Askin' me "What's my legacy?" I just wanna die ballin' I just wanna die pourin' I just wanna ride foreign I just wanna bring hoes together Lonny, Lisa, meet Lauren (Wooo!) Then I be gone, keep it movin', what I be on Damn right I know what time it is Patek Philippe and the Tourbillion (Yuugh!) I'm stylin' on 'em, I'm swervin' on 'em I know it's wrong, but life's a bitch and she turn me on! Yeah, and to each his own Hatin' ain't something that we condone Is the way I flip when the beat come on I gonna pop that shit 'til your speakers blown And y'all wanna cop a plea Who you gon' talk to? Not to me Because the chain of command work properly You gotta earn a few stripes 'til you talk to me Word to Pusha, word to Vice Built a track once and killed it twice Built a stage up and killed the lights Opening act was like "Fuck my life" Y'all can love it, ain't nothing wrong Forget the hatin' that y'all be on Enjoy it now because after long Keyser Söze, I'll be gone I'll be gone! I'll be gone! When the lights go out and we open our eyes Out there in the silence, I'll be gone I'll be gone Let the sun fade out and another one rise Climbing through tomorrow, I'll be gone I'll be gone When the lights go out and we open our eyes Out there in the silence, I'll be gone I'll be gone I'll be gone! I'll be gone! I'll be gone!

Ayy Tell Ayy, got one? Ayy, tell On a spell Purple jet Purple jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet I spent two milla on where I rest I got two hundred up on my neck Dual exhausts like Twin Towers On that Carerra I cause a jet Please call 9-1-1 You know this a Turbo S Still got the scale, nigga Feel like I'm Virgo-esque I might fuck up a check on her If we kick it, David Beck on her That's my Becky with the good hair Say King Push done went left on 'em All designers, not a problem Ask Desiigner, I signed him (true) Billboard's a jungle gym Sat back and watch 'em climb 'em It's Nobu on his charter Crab roll starters (no chopsticks) Main course was from Malaysian open waters Apollo jets, you just jet smarter Love the money And I'm married to the game, meet me at the altar I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check (check, check) I'ma go cop me a TEC (TEC, TEC) Milly gon' cop him a TEC (TEC, TEC) For them new shoes, die for respect I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Ballin' hard like the Lakers Givin' bitch nigga no favors You gettin' hit with the razors He gettin' hit with the shaver Ballin' hard like the Pacers Niggas talkin' like they raised us None of 'em raised us I'ma get right to this paper I'ma get right through this paper Run through a check I'ma go die for respect Bitch nigga hit like the ref For them new shoes, die for respect I'ma run right through this paper I'ma run right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Go cop me a jet Go cop me a jet I'ma run right through this paper I'ma go right through this paper Right through a check Cop me a jet Young nigga cop him a TEC Cop me a jet