T.I. - About My Issue - Tekst piosenki, lyrics - teksciki.pl

21.10.2014

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[Intro: T.I.] Search far and wide And I bet you'll never find a lil' nigga with a heart this size Keep me separate and apart from all these frauds They see me get appalled, you know why? [Hook: Victoria Monet] I'm about my issue babe And you can tell by my name, yeah I'm about my issue babe Whatever stands in my way, yeah Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da Ooh, la da da, da da da, la da da da da da da [Verse 1: T.I.] Every time I take, penitentiary chance all I take God with me I'ma find my way Nigga they ain't even fuck around nowaday Feds came in the house, say they found my yay A couple handguns and a new SK Bag full of weed and some Grand Marnier But fuck it though, I gotta keep my grandma straight Catch a case, getaway by the grace of God Standing on the corner slanging slabs of hard Just a young soldier no camouflage Man them niggas ain't tough they're just playing hard I pull a fuck nigga card on GP Between 'em make 11 mill and peewee We spray your block, turn around pull up, repeat And let everybody look at it on TV Man I'm certified and I'm gangster Getting on the rock like my banker I'm in the gated mansion, no neighbor New Italian suits on my hangers I got Cuban links and diamond rings Solitaires and shiny things Aye fuck how tough you tryin' to seem Come try the king, cause I'm about my [Hook] [Verse 2: T.I.] Have you ever heard the point blank blast of a Mossberg? Whole block never mind like you've not heard Lil' nigga keep it moving like they not scared And out here, it's do or die, kill after kill in the coupe so fly Man the niggas over there tried to shoot your guy Man the fully automatic .22 go by like damn And as fly as I am, it's hard for you to tell how high I am Oh my God damn, you see it don't believe it still And all I ever had was a Glock 23 and an extra mag Presidential weed and a extra bag 2 or 3 bad bitches on the jet to France We set to land and I get to the plan How to violate your little sexy ass Then get in the Jag, the little Vette crash Just ride this till you get to splash You a wild girl, go cowgirl Keep the noise down, you loud girl Turn down, don't know how girl No white girl cause [Hook] [Verse 3: Nipsey Hu$$le] Couldn't listen to niggas they said I dream too much Heart fucked up, guess I seen too much Numb to it now, bring a gun to it now When this shit pop I'ma run to it now Niggas talk loud but they dumb to announce Read he got away so he tryna play it down When they kick down your door and they run through your house Cuffs on your wrists and they cussin' you out It'll make sense then, telling you that they got your prints then What's the reward for your risk then? Niggas game goofy, this just in Time after time, know we need a light nigga, blind lead the blind Why do we ride? Grind to provide nigga, not just to shine Blood in my eyes, stress on my mind, let a fly nigga fly 9 on my side, God I'm your child but times are so wild Playing with me? I'ma draw down and I'ma show out If it gotta go down, I'm prepared to go now cause [Hook]
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