Paperwork

[Produced by Pharrell] [Hook: Pharrell] (Paperwork) Don't do no business until you check his (paperwork) And if all else fails, I just hope that this (paperwork) Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof Everything got a cost, they gon' need something on you (Paperwork) [Verse 1: TI] ATL, Westside, that's the only home I know In '85, me and Uncle Quint used to ride around in the big Bronco Took me up to Charles' Disco, daytime, set me down at the bar Where I drank Shirley Temple 'Til he walked out with a bag and we got back in the car "What you wanna be?" he asked "When you grow up big head?" I just wanna be like you, ridin' round town gettin' bread We shared a couple laughs, couple summer pass Uncle Quint ain't nowhere to be found Later we learn that someone ratted him out For that reason 10 years he won't be around [Hook: Pharrell] [Verse 2: TI] Picture me, in '93, I'm the only man I see Fresh up off the porch Lookin' for a drop Porsche and a fake ID Introduce me to the crack game Rap game was the furthest from my mind Had a notebook full of rhymes And a pocket full of crack rock dimes Time on my side, lil .45 in my jeans Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir Welfare, food stamps Section eight, me and Ma lived in the trap I said fuck school, it holdin' me back I wanna bankroll, chasin' after that [Hook: Pharrell] [Verse 3: TI] Look at me, at 17, livin' on my own, peddlin' Quarter ki, now and then sellin' weed Totin' tools, caughtt my first felony That's one of many, that were to follow Drinkin' Henney up out the bottle Tote a choppa I think I'm bein' followed Family don't think I'll live to see tomorrow Plenty have a story like mine Know many of you had a little nine Know many of you did a little dirt Too many of us did a little time Wake up, 10 years of your life passed When you get your cake up Don't it seem lil' odd when the Feds on your ass passin' out? [Hook: Pharrell] [Bridge: Pharrell & T.I.] If you think that you high, baby look above you It's drones in the sky, there's nothing you could do So left, two, three snap Right two, three snap Don't get serious now it's too late for that Cause they got Time on my side, lil .45 in my jeans Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yessir [Hook: Pharrell]