
متن موزیک
Rapper T.I
Three Grammy nominations
With the second highest debut on the hip-hop
If you look left, there's a monkey next to the little hut
Sentenced to probation
Philant Johnson
Philant Johnson gunned down
In a hail of gun
Suffered a miscarriage
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Featuring the acting debut of rapper T.I
Man, I ain't sign up for this shit
Lost my partner, lost my life, homie
Man, fuck this shit, I'm done
Ayy, listen, homes, get Atlantic on the phone, go and call 'em now
Tell Craig, Julie, Kevin, Kasi, need to holler at 'em
First I gotta let 'em know I'm tired of rap for the money
Ever since Phil died, I ain't had it
Hey, what's happenin'? We under new operations
Though we ready for whatever, we like the cooperation better
Listen, wanna talk or throw it off? I ain't patient
I'ma tell you one thing and start countin' shell casings
Don't mean to scare you, but this bullshit is irritatin'
I'ma tell you like it is, shawty, I ain't finna play
I feel another case comin' 'round the corner any day
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
Who the fuck I think I'm gonna do 20 for 28?
He said the year 2028, fuckboy
Listen, guys, I wanna be hot shit
It's T.I.P. for me, on that fuck F.T.I. shit
Give a damn what how a nigga got to say, I did
Yeah, I been thinkin' best you just stay, I did
Don't be emailin' no itineraries, I won't get it
You bad bitch, just holler when they kill the jet
Tell Cena ain't no photo shoots and I ain't interviewin'
Refusin' to build a subdivision, shoot a dozen movies
You have that jet and you spendin' our money
You right about that, honey, thanks for doin' that for me
And you can always buy me out, but the price high
I ain't none of T.I., nigga, no more Mr. Nice Guy
Listen, kid, understand me here
What?
This is Leon Cohen
Yeah, yeah
You better treat this company with some respect
And you better not be playin' with my motherfuckin' money
Oh, I got your motherfuckin' money, partner, but I ain't playin'
You got into sin, should do what the fuck I say
I'll save 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
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