Top Back - T.I.

I can't hear you I had a front row seat on a roller coaster ride, you got that right I kept on hoping things would change but I finally realized the devil's a liar, huh With every twist and turn, every bridge that he burned He brought me down, down, down But heaven picked me up on the drop Now I'm back on top Like I never fell off I took some knock down punches, but I'm still standing strong Back in the groove, got a whole new view Just when it looked like it was certain, the hurtin' would never stop I'm back on top Yeah, I'm back on top He had me right where he wanted Kept me in the dark, shutting down my heart Thought I would never see the light of day From under that rock, then I heard that knock It was Jesus, sweet Jesus Yeah, he took my hand, picked me up, put that devil right on the spot Now I'm back on top Like I never fell off I took some knock down punches But I'm still standing strong Back in the groove, got a whole new view Just when it looked like it was certain The hurtin' would never stop I'm back on top Yeah, I'm back on top Keep praying when you can't get up Have faith when the going gets rough Yeah, you gotta keep on running Soon you gonna reach that summit Keep praying when you can't get up Have faith when the going gets rough Yeah, you gotta keep on running Soon you gonna reach that summit With every twist and turn, every bridge that you burn You brought me down, down, down But heaven picked me up on the drop Now I'm back on top Like I never fell off I took some knock down punches, but I'm still standing strong Back in the groove, got a whole new view Just when it looked like it was certain the hurtin' would never stop I'm back on top Yeah, back on top Back on top Yeah

It's your love That always gets me back on top I've been tryna think of all your negatives But I can't think of one Then I'll go and line up all your benefits And they stretch around the sun 'Cause I hear music when you're next to me There's a sweetness in the air I breathe And you put me at ease Every time you're touching me It's your love That always gets me back on top And it's your love That always makes me feel enough (feel enough) And I knew on the day I met you, that you would save my life It's your love That always gets me back on top One step closer to you Is one less moment feeling blue (oh, oh) One second more with you I could light up the entire room 'Cause I'm in sunshine when you're next to me And all the birds sing in harmony You put me at ease Every time you're touching me It's your love That always gets me back on top And it's your love That always makes me feel enough (feel enough) And I knew on the day I met you, that you would save my life It's your love That always gets me back on top Just like a rocket into outer space I go from lower into upper case And if you're standing at the finish line Then I will always come in first place And I swear, I'm walking on air It's your love That always gets me back on top And it's your love That always makes me feel enough (that always makes me feel enough) And I knew on the day I met you, that you would save my life It's your love (oh, baby, yeah, yeah, it's your love) It's your love That always gets me back on top

Strech Gang Get back mode, bitch (ProtegeBeatz) Let's get it What? Huh? DJ Banj I hit the Glock up, niggas too litty Bitch, I hit the guap up Niggas wrote statements Niggas was tellin' on me, I hit the lockup Niggas gettin' popped up Ever try to harass us Gucci everything from the sock up Wet the whole block up Came through drippin' on 'em, somebody mop up Glock 29 to your boxcut, pop me a bean Bitch, I hit the chop up Smoke out the P's, bag full of cheese I'm sippin' purp with that Wockhardt Foenem be thirsty to drop somethin' Came down the strip and light the whole block up Came through swervin' In a two seater lookin' like Vivica A. Fox Von too fly, won't box nothin' Bitch, you high, go top somethin' Rollin' off the pills Got a nigga wanna pop somethin' I'm too hot, they like "King Von, drop somethin'" What you want? a song? or a opp? Or somethin'? Caught his ass lackin', couldn't make the summer He be workin' packs, he ain't makin' nothin' Nigga too ugly, he ain't fuckin' He be takin' somethin' I got hot shells, not burritos (bitch) I load 'em and shoot 'em like free throw I crash the car dozing off on this Zeko Rap shit easy like I got the cheat code I got a Mexican freak ho Her brother the plug, chico Out like the Jacksons, Tito And, nigga, you want smoke let me know See, I'm on the come up, still I run up Light this shit up like the sun up 50 round drummer, pipe like a plumber But it really came from Osama Get a lotta munna, VVS charmer I ain't fuckin' shit, no condom I'm loaded, I'm armed up, reload it and harm some Motor got hit from the arm up Brown Gucci socks, Gucci palm bruh Black Gucci boots when I'm in the Tonka Hop out this summer, money like Vonma Jewelry all water like thunder Drank in my lungs, smokin' on onion Backwood fat like a punker Get Back Mode, I'm droppin' this summer Streets in the head like Dunmore I tote a Glock not a Ruger All my niggas smoke Tooka And I my strokes eatin' steaks with the shooter 100K on a chain, yeah, me and Booka Betta not tweak, I'm stupid Use your head don't lose it 12 years old when I stole me a Buick I was too young I ain't know how to use it, damn "Ayy, King Von, just drop somethin'" Call DQ, go pop somethin' Opps outside make a nigga wanna mop somethin' You killed what? Ayy pussy nigga stop frontin' See, I'm up in here with the stretchers We stackin' up bodies like Tetris Get the fuck up off my phone talkin' reckless He got hit in his shit Bet he got the message Yeah, bitch Yeah Yeah Yeah, Yeah (OG) fuck goin' on, nigga King Von, Boss Tee know what the Fuck goin' on nigga (the fuck goin' on) Yeah, yeah Strech Gang shit, nigga What? what? what? (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow) (Let's get it) Yeah (Let's get it) Yeah (Let's get it) Yeah (Let's get it) Game over, you bitch ass niggas Yeah, Stretch Gang, bitch

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

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