I'm Straight (feat. B.G. and Young Jeezy) - T.I.

Go, boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Fre, fre, fre, er, Fresh Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Chea, let's get it First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what? Then I'm gon' stack some mo' and then what? Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest Of the yams at my auntie house and then what? Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars, damn Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what? It's a wrap, we on the way to the house By 3: 45 I be kickin' her out, hey Patty cake, patty cake, microwave These suckas make a square, goddamn I'm paid I'm so cool but I'm so hot and I'm I'm so fly and you, you're so not, nope Show me what you're workin' wit just like that Turn around, bend over, bring it back Slow Mannie, Mannie Fresh bring it back It's Mannie Fresh and Snowman, it's a wrap Wrapped up in the club, yeah, I'm so crazy These other rappers actors like Patrick Swayze I tried to tell 'em but these niggaz ain't hearin' me Mossberg Pump ridin' shotgun literally, damn Live from the projects, you know what it is Ay, Snowman, what up? Can I get a ad lib? Get the club crunk, can't take that from me Ain't dropped yet, still got a lil' jon money First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what? Then I'm gon' stack some mo' and then what? Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest Of the yams at my auntie house and then what? Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars, damn Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what? It's a wrap, we on the way to the house By 3: 45 I be kickin' her out, hey I see ya lookin' with ya lookin' ass Catch Snowman in the kitchen wit his cookin' ass, chea I'm so clean but I'm so grindin', alright So dirty but yet, I'm so shinin' My nigga Kiki B told me finish my meal, Def Jam Seven figures we can finish the deal, yeah Some say I lucked up, I call it perfect timing, yeah Nigga, I can't lose, the whole city's behind me Go, boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Boom boom, clap, boom boom, clap Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay Let's get it First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what? Then I'm gon' stack some mo' and then what? Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest Of the yams at my auntie house and then what? Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars, damn Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what? It's a wrap, we on the way to the house By 3: 45 I be kickin' her out, hey I got million dollar dreams and federal nightmares, ay We pop Cris' my niggaz and still drink beer, dat's right What did you expect man? I came from nothin' Real street nigga, wouldn't change for nothin' Got my niggaz out the hood, it's such a wonderful feeling, chea Three car garage wit the twelve foot ceiling, ay It oughta be a crime just to feel this good I swear it oughta be a crime just to be this hood, ayy First I'm gon' stack my flo' and then what? Then I'm gon' stack some mo' and then what? Close shop then I do my count, hide the rest Of the yams at my auntie house and then what? Get Fresh and jump in one of dem cars, damn Hit the club and get one of dem broads and then what? It's a wrap, we on the way to the house By 3: 45 I be kickin' her out, hey

Sorry for cussing Fuck you, fuck you I'm back Mr. Magic City Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money Jeah, I'm, jeah, I'm Jeah, I'm, jeah I'm back Mr. Magic City Blow on color purp I make it rain on your forehead You woulda thought I had a fan the way I blow that money You woulda thought I had a plan the way I throw that money The Feds outside and they checking his tag But still the boy move with a hell of a swag It's like the soundtrack to my life Everyday I'm under investigation But I will not stop so you can stop the hating What more can I say it's like my gift and my curse To fell or succeed, I don't know what's worse I don't know what's worse Agents tryna find a glitch in my matrix One slip and I'm back to the basics Red or blue pill what would you do? When the same niggas you love got hate in their blood I know God's watching over me so is the Feds When love turns to hate and niggas rather you dead Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ All the bad I've done will you still protect my life? Maybe, maybe not Until then I keep an extra clip for that Glock You wanna see my bank statement I got no problems with that 300 thousand you know I'm smarter than that I been dodging the alphabet boys all my life So, you gonna need more than a child support lawyer I got some child support for you Get off your ass bitch and get you a job Tell your other three baby daddy's to sell dope or rob My son got everything in this world that I never had One thing you can't call me is a deadbeat dad When you're the one that shoulda been exposed Unfit mother still playin' withcha nose And I don't wanna tell my child That his moms ain't shit And this ain't about him She just a money hungry bitch I been here before They boxed me in corner and I came out fighting They locked me in a cell and I came out writing I said I came out writin' Lock my body you can't trap my mind I only talk in the bedroom, we whisper in the kitchen Call me paranoid, I think the walls is listening But if them walls could talk I probably never get to see the daylight I gave it to 'em raw mix tape after mix tape I had niggas waiting on the album I shoulda got five mics in the Source Instead I got five bricks and a Porsche They sat I ain't lyrical I wasn't tryna impress y'all niggas If hatin' was a crime they'd arrest y'all niggas Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life The streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes I said the streets co-signed, the hood gave me my stripes Kink bought the mic, I just gave him my life I said the hood co-signed, the streets gave me my stripes Yeah, I know you ain't done 'em I'm back, better than before, matter fact I'm better than ever They can't box me in, that boy too clever So CNN worried 'bout little ol' me Fuck the bitch ass reporter whoever wrote the story You motherfuckers don't know shit about me What I been through or where I came from When shit got hard, I stayed, I ain't run So you can blame the government they made me this way See the pain in my eyes, you don't see me cry Two tears in a bucket, who got that work? Real talk, I'll make us a way Get rich or I'ma go to jail tryin' Uncle Sam ain't never gave me shit But my partner out west, yeah, he front me them bricks How the hell you expect me to be drug free? When George Bush ain't never done shit for me Follow me home and tap my phone What happened to my freedom of speech? Love don't love nobody Got me feelin' like, I shouldn't love myself I practice what I preach, I preach what I practice A hundred thou under my mattress I'm only human, just a man God gave me a gift to do the best that I can Critics say I can't make an album better than my first one The way I feel that'll probably be my worst one Another one after that will be better than my last So, real talk y'all kiss my ass This is the beginning of the beginning I am the future You niggas are a thing of the past I'm not ashamed of who I am or what I've become So all you ridicule lookin' I'm not the one It's called self respect, I bow down to no man I say all that to say you can't ban the snowman

We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it We in this bitch, we in this ho I got the .40 on me now, I'm worse than Plaxico Shout to Gangsta Gibbs, he the next to blow You should see my gangster grill, I light the shit from blow Snow ya car transforming, is it a transformer? You ever cook the whole thing on a George Foreman? What about a nine on the gas grill? Four-fifty for the zip, paid my gas bill So many horses in the 'rari, park it in the barn Took the ice up out my cup and put it in my charm And this bad bitch with me from another planet Stay on the satellite phone, man, I can't stand it Hey baby girl, hang the phone up No talking with your mouth full, you's a grown-up What the fuck? Who the hell? Flashback in this bitch, thought I seen a scale We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it You know how we handle shit, gangster gutter glamorous Zone One Atlanta shit, over all the amateurs I'm walking off in here, a boss so, dog, approach with caution though Disrespect is tolerated, that's some shit you ought to know Niggas say they ball, yeah, but I'm balling harder though Cold as the nose on a Appalachian Eskimo It finna go down, ho, popping bottles, drown hoes Paid niggas with us, ain't no broke niggas around so Excuse me, who is he? I don't do this usually But I'm too fresh to fight, somebody go and get security I'm buying this, buying that, getting that check and flyin jet Boucheron, Constantine, Puff like, where you find that? American at the nature, boy, a lot of nigga hate your boy Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paperboy Hoes jocking, on Twitter trending topic Future, Jeezy, Cris, and Drama Tip say, let's go get it popping We got money in our pocket, and whatever you're sipping on Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on? Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone And they gon' put you back in place if you do something wrong We in this bitch (we in this bitch), yeah we in this bitch (yeah) We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English Let's toast it up to that life and I mean it I'm popping plenty bottles, like I got plenty bricks Call me Mr. Marcus, I'm in this bitch Super drink, super smoke and some super hoes VIP looking like we won the fucking Superbowl Thirsty chicks trying to give it, I don't want it You been in more laps than the Indy 500 Conjure's what we drinking, faded till the world end Never see me planking, unless I'm on your girlfriend Ludacris, I been a staple in this Southern game Got the best lines, so I guess I'm slinging Southern caine My money's louder, you rappers need to hush more My presidents rock, my accounts are Mount Rushmore On the island and my phone is hitting dead spots Altoid can of blue pills, that's my X-box You could hate, you could diss, you could make a wish But eight albums, and Luda's still in this bitch

I'm way to gone, what the fuck I'm a doing Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing? My partner on brown and you know I'm on white You know its going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches two times for the fakers Cause even in the dark, baby I'm a shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life Yeah, I said g-g-g-go DJ I see you got that Jizzle on replay Just keep that Jizzle on repeat It's about the time everybody scream "free Meech!" Let's take ya bitch ass back to '05 Close your eyes, take a rough nigga look, Atlanta lights Club vision, PJ in my hand, I'm on the couch Man this nigga Meech just blew a quarter mil, he bought a house Man you niggas gonna lace up your sneaks, it's time to ball Presidential at the Swiss Hotel, making come alls. Posted up, all black in the back, 100 deep A hundred coupes posted up in the front, 200 seats Man somebody call the IRS, too many lambos Yea I'm talking bottles and blunts, all you can handle Them other niggas fake, to them fallings where its at. Man the real niggas do real things, let's drink to that! I'm way to gone, what the fuck I'm a doing Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing? My partner on brown and you know I'm on white You know its going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches two times for the fakers Cause even in the dark, baby I'm a shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life I said I'm gone! I'm going going gone! Way this night is going, man I won't make it home I'm a wake up in the room, wake up with a hangover What I spent last night I could bought a Range Rover Got my Raybans on, yeah I see you haters Keep doing what you doing, cause I need you haters She said whats your cologne, said you can call it strong If I had to name my money baby, I would call it long. I said I'm way too gone, I don't see nobody, I ain't even on the bill, I'm acting like it's my party. Feel like I'm on fire or just that hot, If I smoke another blunt, yeah I swear I'm gonna die You can call the weed man, tell him bring another zip I know he just left, yeah he gotta make another trip So hot in here feel like I'm going to faint Even though I'm past my limit, still think I'm gonna drink I'm way to gone, what the fuck I'm a doing Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing? My partner on brown and you know I'm on white You know its going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches two times for the fakers Cause even in the dark, baby I'm a shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life I woke up early this morning, Three white girls from the Pink Pony, I'm blowing money fast, so caught up in the moment One time for the bar, two times for my homies, I'm a rock star in real life; I'm an astronaut outta sight. Put Codeine in my Sprite, my wrist is full of ice I don't even know her name, she so caught in the hype. Its ok baby, cuz I'm a millionaire for life, I got bitches on my payroll, they coming back like white I'm with Ethiopian, we in Vegas shootin' dice Got a girl at home, I know I'm wrong, it feels so right On the first road, young I hope I wrote a sinch We in the club for thugs, this must be heaven. I'm way to gone, what the fuck I'm a doing Wake up in the morning, who the fuck am I screwing? My partner on brown and you know I'm on white You know its going down, I can do this all night Gotta get to the paper one time for the haters Money over bitches two times for the fakers Cause even in the dark, baby I'm a shine bright I'm way too gone, the best night of my life

Help on the way Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Help on the way Help on the way Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Help on the way I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop They say the game f**ked up and the records ain't sellin It was bad in 06' gettin worse in 07' Market over saturated with all the bootleggin When it seems better shawty ain't no tellin' Well, call Lyor, give him this message Then hit K'ys tell hiim, tell Kevin, Craig, Julie Greenwald, all of them present The fifty mill you gave me, was a sound investment This time around we gon sell 5, no less than 4 on a slow day, call vegas and bet By the way, if you a winner, I'm the one you should be with Hit J, Tell them niggas to bet against Grand Hustle homie, I'm a make you respect this They say "the market share down", so... I ain't affected Tell the label relax, ain't no need to stress shit Just cut the check and I'll handle the rest... shhiit They say the game in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon Stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop You hear my name so hot, I got the game on lock You niggas keep floppin, But i remain on top Still the same ol' me, With the same ol' glock From the first cd, With the Kangol top I was hollerin dopeboy when I first came out It seems like everyone in the dope game now man I told these niggas that it ain't gon stop All the hatin' gon' stop or this thang gon' blah Most of these niggas, ain't slang, no blocks Got a lil' somethin', but it ain't so hot Try to sell a record when my shit drop Get the cover of the magazine when my shit out nope I think not just why, if you ever eye with a nigga this fly You better watch your mouth, you ain't that high KING OF THE SOUTH, you ain't that guy They say the game in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon Stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop To the fans and the critics, think hip hop is missing This is a lil' proof that hip hop livin' You can hear a hip hop top now, just listen Now see a hip hop walk out with 6 bitches In the ATL, see hip hop chillin' In a multimillion dollar crib hip hop building You know how many cars hip hops driven? Nigga I'm everything hip hop's missing Nigga you is everything hip hop isn't My heart and my soul, where hip hop live at To anyone whos ever said hip hops finished It can't be dead while I'm still livin in it I'm livin (and well, might I add that) They say the game in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way Don't worry bout nothin Help on the way They say the games in trouble Help on the way I got this shit Help on the way I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon Stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock Standin on top Say hello to the man who saved hip hop I got the game on lock It ain't gon stop Say hello to the man who saved hip hop

I'm only, I'm only human dog, hello, out there I'm only human dog, can you, hear me? I'm only human dog, it's an S.O.S Ay, ay listen to me, to let me, be me Ay when they push you down you got to get back up, I'm only human y'all Ay when they push you down you got to get back up, I'm just a human y'all Push the dirt, off your jersey then go for the cup Or the trophy, or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt, and the ring People with you popping bottles, taking pictures, look around But soon as you fall down all the haters passing judgement, oh no no) Fly as I'm is shawty I'mma rise above this, oh no no no no Hey what it is world? Yeah it's me again Back before you, at your mercy, on bended knee again No running from the truth, as much as we pretend That it ain't what it is, then it hits CNN Apologies to my fans and my closest friends (I'm sorry) For letting you down, I won't take you down this road again (uh-uh) Most of you now saying "Whatever, here we go again" Blogs, radio and television all going in I laugh to keep from crying through all of the embarrassment (I gotta say) I gotta say you fucking haters is hilarious (ha ha) How dare you sit right there and act as if you holier than thou? Point your finger now with me looking down (down) Same clown that was Twitpicing at my wedding On the same Twitter page disrespecting, wait a second Never mind my imperfections, this a fact, remember that No mistake's too great to recover and bounce back Ay when they push you down you got to get back up, I'm only human y'all Ay when they push you down you got to get back up, I'm just a human y'all Push the dirt, off your jersey then go for the cup Or the trophy, or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt, and the ring People with you popping bottles, taking pictures, look around But soon as you fall down all the haters passing judgement, oh no no) Fly as I'm is shawty I'mma rise above this, oh no no no no I admit, yeah I done some dumb shit, disappointed erry'body I know Try not to hold that against me though My road to redemption has no GPS So guess that time must be invested for this to be manifested Yes it's, hard living life in the spotlight Trying to dodge the haters same time as the cop light The Bible say "Let he without sin cast the stone first" (stone first) The sinner or the one who judged him, who was wrong first? Yeah he go to work, never done no drugs up until the Fed He just drink his liquor, touch his kids, beat his wife instead (damn) Difference is my shortcomings hit the media Thanks to TMZ, the AJC and Wikipedia See the stairway to heaven while stepping down Jacob's ladder My good outweigh the bad, God ain't that what really matter? (nope) And matter fact, I'm wrong but after that The good I done in yo' hood, should it over-shadow that? Got the world laughing at me for the moment But it gonna be your turn 'fore it's over with, even if you're so legit That you get a house with a dog and a picket fence The people with you then but when they turn on you remember this Ay when they push you down you got to get back up, I'm only human y'all Ay when they push you down you got to get back up, I'm just a human y'all Push the dirt, off your jersey then go for the cup Or the trophy, or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt, and the ring People with you popping bottles, taking pictures, look around But soon as you fall down all the haters passing judgement, oh no no) Fly as I'm is shawty I'mma rise above this, oh no no no no Hello, out there, I'm only human dawg Can you, hear me? Can you, hear me? I'm only human dawg It's an S.O.S To let me, be me Hello, out there, ay you can love me, or either leave me Can you, hear me? Before you judge me, just let me be me It's an S.O.S, ay you can love me, or either leave me To let me, be me before you judge me, see life ain't easy Hello, out there, yeah, you gon' miss me when I'm gone Can you, hear me? I know when I'm gone, I bet you gon' miss me when I'm gone It's an S.O.S, you gon' miss me when I'm gone To let me, be me, hmm, you gon' miss me when I'm gone I know when I'm gone, I bet you gon' miss me when I'm gone You gon' miss me when I'm gone I accept full responsibility for all the wrong I've done If y'all thought I was perfect I apologise for being human man But never again partner, you could put my life on that Ay when they push you down you got to get back up, I'm only human y'all Ay when they push you down you got to get back up, I'm just a human y'all Push the dirt, off your jersey then go for the cup Or the trophy, or the ring, champion no matter what Cause when you got the belt, and the ring People with you popping bottles, taking pictures, look around But soon as you fall down all the haters passing judgement, oh no no) Fly as I'm is shawty I'mma rise above this, oh no no no no Hello, out there, ay you can love me, or either leave me Can you, hear me? Before you judge me, just let me be me It's an S.O.S, ay you can love me, or either leave me To let me, be me, before you judge me, see life ain't easy

What's happenin' man? This TIP, you know? I'd like to dedicate this song to Anybody who done ever lost somebody To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell I done been in situations where I had To cope with all three, you know what I'm sayin'? I feel like the only thing I ain't done yet is died, you know? But it ain't how I live while I'm here It's how I live when I leave, ya dig? Life's ups and downs they come and go But when I die, I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky It's true what goes around, comes back you know So when I die I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky Tell God, I wanna fly, let me live in the sky My cousin Toot ain't have to die, right in front of his son and his wife He lost his life struggling over a gun Give a damn what he done, that's my motherfuckin' folk And I love that nigga to death, no motherfuckin' joke I can feel my eyes fillin', the Lord is my witness If I catch 'em, I'ma kill 'em, I made it my business Back in the day, you stayed in my business Taught me I ain't have to incorporate yay in my business Coincidentally, that's why today you not wit me My cousin died over some yay, and I miss him Plus he had his family out, let's say she the eye witness But her boyfriend did the shootin', judge gave her life sentence I heard that, now I'm dressed up in all black Shot up the whole apartment's, he still ain't brought back The best friend I had in Jamel, I lost that Guess ya death was a lesson in life, it taught me that Life's ups and downs they come and go But when I die, I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky It's true what goes around, comes back you know So when I die I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky Never seen a nigga go to jail and sleep til day two Well that's how sick I was when Jayrue Found out the hard way that was powder they were tootin' Over-dosed on heroin, died at 22 If you ain't heard about your daughter, she smile just like you So cute, even resorts to violence like you You know your baby momma loose, but ha, what can you do And I got for myself, yuh, it's been a few Now everything I do is for King, Messiah, Dazasha, Demonte Tell the Lord they all I've got, so please don't take them from me From me standin' in the trap wit qerin and sir kap Laughin' at the niggaz who serve with no strap Tell them niggaz, man, y'all trippin' with no maps Get robbed, and that's the part of my pistol ain't no help Me, you and the crew just fell out over dough and a lil' crack Never could apologize 'cause you died, that's why they say that Life's ups and downs they come and go But when I die, I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky It's true what goes around, comes back you know So when I die I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky I bet you niggaz think I'm livin' it up 'Til you see polices laughin' as they pickin' me up Went from seeing how many bitches I can fit in the truck To three hots and a cot, is you kiddin' or what? Fuck how many millions I got, nigga, so what if I'm hot When I got prices on my head, Feds rushin' my spot A million haters want me dead, forced to carry a gat But you's a seven-time felon, what you doin' wit that? It's a Catch-22, either you lose or you lose That's the way the game structured, for real, niggaz to suffer And I ain't neva been a buster, always stood on my feet Like a man prepared to take whatever coming for me A pussy nigga or polices with a warrant for me I'm a G, prepared to die for what's important to me Look anybody in the eye who say he want it wit me Put up the house and bet the odds if it's comin' from me OG's say I need to learn to be patient You telling me with these seven years of probation Pistol charges and a host of other open cases If niggaz only knew the kind of time I was facin' I tried to keep it to myself, but sometimes I couldn't take it Got four kids, the smiles on they faces Mean more to me than my crown and my bracelet Take that away from me, and my life is butt naked Life's ups and downs they come and go But when I die, I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky Pray to God when I die, that I live in the sky It's true what goes around, comes back you know So when I die I hope I live in the sky All my folks who ain't survive, may they live in the sky Tell God, I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky Aye man, I'd like to dedicate this song to my cousin Toot Alahondro Jamera Morgan man, I miss the shit out of you my nigga Also I'd like to dedicate this to my homeboy Jayrue Jamar Hendrix what's happenin'? Also my partna Bankhead, [Incomprehensible] What it is nigga, PSC for life and death And my lil' homeboy Poncho, and my lil' homeboy Rico I shed tears writin' this song homeboy, that's real talk man Ayee I wanna live in the sky, sky, sky Hey let me live in the sky, sky Pray to God that I live in the sky, sky, sky I want to live in the sky I want to live in the sky I want to live in the sky Why can't we live in the sky, the sky?

Aye, boy, don't spill my drink, boy, pull it Now listen, everybody report to the bloodclot dance floor You love the beat, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P., talk to them, bloodclot I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P., let them little rock boys know how you livin' The wait is over, here we go again, I'm back in the plate Gon' sell another couple mill and take it back to the A Gon' take that other couple mill and put it back in the safe Find cash for the crew up only back in the lake I'm up in cruises two steppin' with the gat in the waist T.I. ain't in the streets no more, that what they say Don't even try it when you sayin', boy, you have to be great You can trust to hit ya in ya face your peeps will have to replace That's if you like it nigga and trust me it wont hurt me to take A hundred thousand to them Haitians, you'll be murdered today I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Yo, T.I.P, some boy wanna play our hit Let 'em know who the king of the South is Talk to them Women sweatin' when they see me, I'm apparently hot Had the album of the year, nigga, Grammy or not Remember, all day I used to stand in the spot With 2 revolvers in my pocket pitchin', handlin' rocks Right now, judge tappin', there ain't a car I ain't got I'm the number one customer at my own car lot If you wanna know how much I makin' just imagine a lot Even though I pro'lly gettin' more than you'd imagine I got Listen close, I need to know if you understand me or not If ya disrespectin' me you and your man will get shot I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Went from the king of the south to the king of the states Ridin' in a car you probably never seen in the states No idea how much yay I can bring in the States Hey, you could get a hundred of 'em for a million today Frank Lucas ain't the only one who made a million a day But it's the American gangster right here in ya face And you don't wanna see P$C on the scene with AK You think you running a private, that ain't even the case And just because you get away, that don't mean its okay You a dead man walking and I mean it, okay I'm a real nigga, homie, show six figga's on me I got a pistol, you don't want it but you know what it is Aye, I'm way flyer, my pay is way higher If they ever mention sire, boy, you know what it is About that drama, you don't want no problems I love that llama but you know what it is Aye, I get money, all I count is big money Because all she get from me, boy, you know what it is Some of dem boys want to talk what dey have done They guns sound like popcorn