Act II: T.I.

Mm, fuck, um, what the fuck time is it?

I coulda swore I parked my car

Shit

Aye, light hit my face, sun brought the heat

Open my eyes, see my car parked across the street

And then it hit me, I haven't really slept a lot in a week

Matter of fact I don't even remember fallin' asleep

Atlantic office claimin' J Geter keep callin' the heat

Is it an emergency or somethin' you need to talk to me?

J said, I thought you needed to talk to me?

If it's a change made aware I think I ought to be

You makin' ultimatums now, you don't talk to me

You make shit way worse than it ought to be

I ain't arguin' on the phone, come talk to me

I'll be waitin' on you, dawg, at the office, peace

Now, thinkin' hard as I walk out my house

What the fuck have I done now he could be talkin' about?

I been stayin' out of trouble, shit, I been on the couch

Either workin' on the album, I was listenin' now

Then Doug called (Aye, yo spoke to J?)

Yeah, but somethin' I ain't know that I was supposed to say?

All I know is for the hour I've been woke today

**** comin' with the riddles and the jokes today

I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit

But I ain't never heard him sound the way he be soundin'

Really caught a **** by surprise, I was astounded

He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'?

(So you sayin' you don't know 'bout it?) Know about what?

(Atlantic Records said you called the office and went nuts)

(Makin' death threats, talkin' loud, gettin' buck)

They said I did what? Fuck, I'm just gettin' up

(Say you waitin' out your deal till your year is up)

(Plannin' to make away with 20 million bucks)

You're bullshittin' me, right? You serious, bro?

(Yeah, they said from now on they'd rather deal with us)

(I talked to Craig, Jules, and Chas a long time)

(Long story short they said you done lost ya damn mind)

(And a running off the deep end across your deadline)

(You crossed the thin line, don't give 'em a deadline)

(Or they suin' the shit up out ya, they don't give a shit about ya)

(Sayin' you ain't doin' nothin' they couldn't have done without ya)

(Man, you never been hotter, worked a whole lotta)

(Years and came up to go way back to the bottom what?)

(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp)

Man, the hell is y'all talkin' 'bout?

(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp)

I've been in the house all night

I don't know nothin' about that shit, man

(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp)

I got the album right here

Man, send this to 'em

(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp)

(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp)