"Act I: T.I.P." as written by and Clifford J./cross Harris....
Man I ain't sign up for this shit
I lost my partner, I lost my life home
Man fuck this shit I'm done

Listen homes get Atlantic on the phone
Go on call em have 'em tell Craig, Julie, Kevin Carvel 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 havin' it
Things happen we under new operations
Though we ready for whatever we like cooperation
Betta listen when I'm talkin' or throw it off
I ain't patient I'm a tell you once then start countin' shell cases
Don't mean to scare you but this bullshit is irritating
I'm a tell you like it is shorty I ain't finna play
I feel another k coming '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 till 2028
(What the fuck if he comes on the 20th or the 28th)
(He said the year 2028 fuckin' moron)
And listen guys wanna be high shit
It's T.I.P. from here on out fuck that T.I. shit
Give a damn what that nigga got to say bout this
T.I. I think its best you should stay out this
Don't be e-mailin' no itineraries I wont get 'em
Ya best bet is just holler when they fuel the jet
Tell Sidney ain't no photo shoots and I ain't interviewin'
Refuse now be the sucker 'cause a shooter doesn't move
(if you cash that check then you'll be spending our money)
You right about that honey thanks for doing that for me
(And speaking of money)
You can always buy me out but the price high
I ain't another T.I. nigga no more mister nice guy
(Listen kid understand me here)
(This is Lyor Cohen)
Yeah yeah
(You better to keep me in this company with some respect)
Ha ha ha
(You better not be playin' 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
(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp, hustle pimp, hustle pimp)
(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp, hustle pimp, hustle pimp)
(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp, hustle pimp, hustle pimp)
(Hustle pimp, hustle pimp, hustle pimp, hustle pimp)

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"Act I: T.I.P." as written by Clifford J. Harris Clifford Harris

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