good, not just the plenty and with all our abundance we end up empty. We deserve cake but we've settled for crumbs, but I know one is better than a
fast enough for it not to catch me by So I’m gonna tell you one thing: You’d better fight for your dreams You never know it might even be easier than
a high falsetto voice] Uncle Marshall! Will you tell us a bedtime story? [regular voice] Here we go... Now once upon a time not long ago There was a
you're barely alive The first one is the worst one When it comes, when it comes to a broken heart Spinning like a movie in my head I've seen a thousand
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon [Verse One] Aiyyo it's colder than a muh'fucka, who just let the hawk in? Nigga guess who just walked in? Lynch, most (?) makes
give a 'F' like Weezy baby The Cadillac looking cocky they set a standard to stop me Swagger jackers that copy I think ya swagger is sloppy I was just a
first year was a success, of the Smoke Out '99 was even better than the year of '98 and Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate TWO-thousand
whole cookie Used to make a thousand dollars every time I played hookie (YEA!) Dwayne Carter absent, keep lookin I'm present on the block, I'm a legend
bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a big fairy tale
ha Yeah yeah yeah yeah Uh Ha ha Yo yo Uh Whoo A one two a one two (Will) I-I-I-I woke up this morning Looked at ya picture Think about when I'm a get
map, by any means Hustle and make more tracks than a her-on fiend Keep my enemies on a first name basis and hate them niggaz like a skinhead racist Chuck
Chest to chest, nose to nose Palm to palm, we were always just that close Wrist to wrist, toe to toe Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose So
we hittin every bump that my Denali hit Outfit is four thousand and better The rhinestones in my flintstones look crazy in my sweater Pah, it's not a
just that close Wrist to wrist Toe to toe Lips that felt just like the inside of a rose So how come when I reach out my finger It feels like more than
baby [T.I - Verse 2] A dope boy with the swag of a pimp n-gga except one thing, I'm paid more than them n-gga you see a bitch can't afford this life
silk, lie like a politician My Uzi's my best friend, cold as a mortician Lock me up, it's genocidal catastrophe There'll be another one after me a hustler
just rips You wanna be a made man, the fam accepts no mistakes Chopped up bodies, lots of funeral wakes Make your bones, bring a rat back dead, just ahead A cop's better
Put you in a chameleon, O-four range Still sexy, when you smoke that flame Jerk you like a chicken, when you throw that thang She got me hotter than a