T.I. – Every Chance I Get

[Intro: T.I.]

Real talk, true story (uh-huh)

No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)

Y’knowm sayin? (Real talk)

Ay dawg (yeah yeah)

I’ma tell you like this

[Chorus: T.I.]

Hey I’m so raw, and I’m so rich

And you so flawed niggaz ain’t ’bout shit

I’ll take yo’ broad, I can f**k yo’ bitch

Know that I’m gon’ ball every chance I get

Every chance I get, real talk, no shit

Every chance I get, make money on this

I’ll take yo’ broad, I can f**k yo’ bitch

Know that I’m gon’ ball every chance I get, every chance I get

[T.I.]

They say it’s lonely at the top, but I don’t feel lonely

Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don’t feel phony

Ain’t another nigga colder, cribs all over

Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola

I’m exceedin expectations, you barely meetin quota

I give it to ’em straight, you cut it with baking soda

You said I ain’t Zone One, nigga ha, that’s a funny one

I’m King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son

Got one named Domani, so you know what I’m gettin (guap)

Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like “Daddy, get ’em”

Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison

And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion

Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision

My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin

What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division

Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division

Break bread, StreetCred[dot]com makin a killin

Plus “A King of Oneself,” high fashion, I’m flashin

I’m, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know

Put dick up in whoever hoe, let ’em know

[Chorus]

[T.I.]

I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far

Dope game, rap game, ’bout the same so far

Brag about your lil’ Benz, nigga that ain’t no car

I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur

High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin

And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari’s, retarded, huh?

Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin since it started up

Season hoe, get ’em all to f**k cause they know this dough stack tall as f**k

Nah, it ain’t that I’m rich that they hate so much

Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much

So I’m tryin now while I’m rhymin not to brag about the island

Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in

House is wide open, we could bring the outside in

I think you should hear about it, but f**k it I’ll be quiet

I just spit it how I live it homie I don’t be lyin

Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?

If I made less money, started to dress bummy

Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?

Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?

Now how about I don’t and we just say I did, nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro: T.I.]

Ay say homeboy

It’s real talk comin at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that?

Heh, you could hate all you want partna

I’ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga

Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?

DJ Toomp you did yo’ muh’f**kin thang as usual

Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click

Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie

It’s the king, BITCH!

Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain’t Zone One, bitch nigga

My grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, hoe-ass nigga

You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga

See me nigga! You know?

Why niggaz gotta wait ’til a nigga got the police watchin you

and start kickin that f**k shit, you know?

You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga

You know you don’t wanna see me, bitch nigga!

Yeahhhhhh, AY!

[Chorus]