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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
T.I.
T.I.
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Aldrin Davis
Aldrin Davis
Songwriter:in
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
DJ Toomp
DJ Toomp
Produzent:in
Gary Fly
Gary Fly
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
John Frye
John Frye
Mischtechniker:in
Joshua Gudwin
Joshua Gudwin
Aufnahmeingenieur:in

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Real talk, true story, uh-huh
No nuts, no glory, uh-uh
You know what I'm saying? Real talk
Hey dog, yeah, yeah
I'ma tell you like this
[Verse 2]
I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed **** ain't 'bout shit
I'll take your broad, I can fuck your bitch
Know that I'm gonna ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, bet money on this
I'll take your broad, I can fuck your bitch
Know that I'm gonna ball every chance I get
Every chance I get
[Verse 3]
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 **** colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch 'em with Coca-Cola
I'm exceeding expectations, you barely meeting quota
I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You say I ain't zone one, ****, ha, that's a funny one
I'm King like my three year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm getting
Deyjah, Nique-Nique and Messiah like, Daddy, get 'em
Got an agent named Leia 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's just the beginning
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division
Break bread, street cred dot com making a killing
Plus A King of Oneself, high fashion, I'm flashing
I'm ready for whatever though, trained to go, you better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, let 'em know
[Verse 4]
I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed **** ain't 'bout shit
I'll take your broad, I can fuck your bitch
Know that I'm gonna ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, bet money on this
I'll take your broad, I can fuck your bitch
Know that I'm gonna ball every chance I get
Every chance I get
[Verse 5]
I gotta thank my lucky stars 'cause I came so far
Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far
Brag about your lil' Benz, ****, 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 starving
And then I pay a million dollars for Ferraris, retarded, huh?
Sorry bruh, been addicted to balling since it started up
See ten hoes, get 'em all to fuck 'cause they know I'm getting dough, stacked tall as fuck
Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in **** face so much
So I'm trying now while I'm rhyming 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 fuck it, I'll be quiet
I just spit it how I live, homie, I don't be lying
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?
No, how about I don't and we just say I did, ****
[Verse 6]
I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed **** ain't 'bout shit
I'll take your broad, I can fuck your bitch
Know that I'm gonna ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, bet money on this
I'll take your broad, I can fuck your bitch
Know that I'm gonna ball every chance I get
Every chance I get
[Verse 7]
Hey, say homeboy
It's real talk coming at you live and direct, homeboy, you dig that?
Heh, you can hate all you want partner
I'ma give you something to hate on, bitch ****
Ha ha, Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did your mother fucking thing as usual
Hey, hey look, PSC partner, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry, you up next homie
It's the king, bitch
Yeah
They say I ain't zone one, bitch ****
My grandmama been living on Center Hill forty three years, hoe ass ****
You understand that? ****, come meet me, ****
See me ****, you know?
Why a **** gotta wait until a **** got the police watching you
And start kicking that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was ****
You know you don't wanna see me, bitch ****
Yeah
[Verse 8]
I'm so raw, and I'm so rich
And you so flawed **** ain't 'bout shit
I'll take your broad, I can fuck your bitch
Know that I'm gonna ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, bet money on this
I'll take your broad, I can fuck your bitch
Know that I'm gonna ball every chance I get
Every chance I get
Written by: Aldrin Davis, C. Harris
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