T.I.

T.I. - Hear Ye Here Ye lyrics

rate me

Double R, interior tan, outside is peach

Oh you trying to make a deal out in golden beach?

Or the Florida Keys ducking the Florida Dees

But you only end up with bricks and sand

I know niggas that run from they shadows like Peter Pan

Runnin like its a Nike commercial but he the man

What he don’t like on sight he murk like he's the Klan

Eight balls the size of baseballs like Jeter’s hand

It fecal fam - yea it’s the shit

Zip your face up when skateboard is on the script

Catch me in the Gap V with some BBC trunks

Flip flops sippin on Qream like it's punch

I push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the front

Bendin over like she just puffed Busta’s blunt

I told y’all motherfuckas once, I think I’m hungry

Finna eat yall niggas' lunch

Yall niggas cunts, I’m from the commonwealth

Where wealth ain't common

When niggas roll around with

Chrome solvers looking for problems

Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll

Arthritic fingers: niggas bang when they stroll

Tradin in the hats for the cane and the gold

The golds for the chain and the cane was on swole

Ayo Tip get these peon niggas told

[Verse 2 - T.I]

Still stand tall when it all falls down

Whether Hollywood hills or a 1 horse town

You should know better

There’s no better than these 4 letters

Mo' than ever niggas want me dead

Cause they're starving and I’m getting fed

But fuck em anyway

I’d rather be me on my worst day

Than to be a sucker nigga on his birthday

All cake no candles, just a living example

10 toes down all out no sandals

Godfather, a young Marlon Brando

Let me make sure they understand yo

Hear ye, here ye, you wise you fear me

Real niggas on their shine, much obliged, merci!

Everybody want to criticize him about how bad he ended up

Look how bad he could've been

I could've caught a body sold a brick to somebody

Who volunteered my information to the federales

I made it out of all of that like I ain't gonna be proud of that

So petty shit, you sticking to me

Give me all you got of that

Doing this for all my niggas

Who'd rather go to prison than to let a nigga kill him

So we leaving this PO snub nose in his denim

Trap or death is waiting

Round the corners that he been in

On bended knee, God forgive us, we’ve been sinnin

In our defense, look at the options we’ve been given

Laying in the prison cell staring at the ceiling

Back in this bitch again

I guess they wasn't bullshitting huh?

Still wonder where it all went wrong

Since Phil got killed I ain't never moved on

Like I’m still in the club where the blows got thrown

When my crown fell down and I got dethroned

Bunch of niggas around but I feel all alone

Like a piece of me is missing, guess it never came home

Probably died in a van when it all hit the fan

Save the life of a friend

We don’t all get the chance

Now here I stand with blood on my hands

Tryin hard to explain so his mom understand

I'm at fault for the loss of the soul of a man

Only soldiers know how that’ll take a toll on a man

Burden of the World on my shoulders: heavy

Visibly composed, my emotions buried

Scary, so if I pop a pill

Smoke a blunt or take a shot

Ya’ll let a niggga live

Still baffled how my life unravelled

In the meantime time just travelled

Can’t see behind the walls of my castle

Opinionated peons son but who asked you

I tell you what you do

Take your 2 cents

Kick rocks to a fountain pitching to make a wish

Shit, if wishes had wings, they’d all make it to heaven

And we’d all be kings

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