(Rapper T.I.)
(Three Grammy nominations)
(With the second highest debut on the Hip Hop)
(If you look left, there's a monkey next)
(Sentenced to probation)
(BBC)
(Philant John)
(Philant Johnson, gunned down)
(In a hail of gun)
(Suffered a miscarriage)
(A-T-L opens with a)
(Featuring with the acting debut of rapper T.I.)

Man, I ain't sign up for this shit
I lost my partner, I lost my life homes
Man fuck this shit, I'm done
Ayy

Listen, homes, get Atlantic on the phone, go on call 'em
And tell Craig, Julie, Kev, and Kys, I need to holla at 'em
First I gotta let 'em know I'm tired of rappin'
Fuck the money, ever since Phil died, I ain't happy
Hey, what's happenin', we under new operations
Though we ready for whatever, we like ya cooperation better
Listen when I'm talkin', throw it off, I ain't patient
I'ma tell ya once then start countin' shell cases
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 like 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 or I ain't droppin' shit 'til twenty twenty-eight
(Who gives a fuck if he comes on the 20th for 28th?)
(He said the year 2028 you fucking moron)
A list of guys wanna be hot shit
It's T.I.P. from here on out, fuck that T.I. shit
Give a damn what any nigga gotta say 'bout this
Yeah, I think it's best to say I did it
Don't be e-mailin' no itineraries, I won't get it
Ya best bet just holla when they fill the jet
Tell Cindy ain't no photo shoots and I ain't interviewin'
Refuse and I'll build a subdivision and shoot a dozen movies
(Cash that check and be spendin' our money)
You right about that honey, thanks for doin' that for me
(Speakin' of money) 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 Lyor Cohen (yeah yeah)
You better treat this company with some respect
And you better not be playing with my motherfuckin' money

Oh, I got ya motherfuckin' money partner, but I ain't playin'
You got any sense, you'll do what the fuck I say
I say 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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Writer(s): Clifford Joseph Harris, Corey Simon, Kannon Caviar Cross