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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Floyd Nathaniel Hills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Gehringer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Danja
Danja
Producer
Marcella Araica
Marcella Araica
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, hey, hey for as long as I remember
I've been telling y'all, man, to pull these **** resumes
Hey, hey, hey, you better check up on me, ****
These **** be lying, man
These **** ain't really kicking this shit, they be telling y'all, man
They wanna see y'all get fucked up right there, man
Keep your eyes on me, ****
Don't believe what these **** tell you, man
I'm tryna tell you, partner
[Verse 2]
You **** ain't cool what they rap about
These **** ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You **** ain't true
You **** ain't really
Talking to 'em
Don't be no fool, you better take your ass to school
'Cause these **** ain't G's
Gangsters something these **** can't be
What you expect? These **** ain't me
You **** ain't rich
You **** ain't really getting bricks
It's official man you **** ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that
[Verse 3]
He **** lying everytime you hear rhyming
He don't talk about they diamonds
And how they be out there shining
For the rap
Hey, were trappin'
Tell you all they be at there grinding
And I know they ain't about that action
I'm telling you I'm gonna ride 'em
They probably try to come in the hood and sell weed
Think it's all good until they run into some real G's
Holla, tell us where it is
And I promise we'll leave
Hesitate to saying boy them llama will squeeze
Please pay attention to this part of the bull
One time got robbed, got shot, got shook
Got a job, started rhyming, came up with a hook
Got a chain and some tats, came up with a look
Went and made a hit record
Talked tough in a book
Fuck the image and perception, they never tough as they look
They some motherfucking suckers
Put it on whatever
Any real **** know better, man
[Verse 4]
You **** ain't cool, what they rap about
These **** ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You **** ain't true
You **** ain't really
Talking to 'em
Don't be no fool, you better take your ass to school
'Cause these **** ain't G's
Gangsters something these **** can't be
What you expect? These **** ain't me
You **** ain't rich
You **** ain't really getting bricks
It's official, man, you **** ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that
[Verse 5]
You can't tell
Them **** ain't surely
Get caught with a **** gon' tell
Them **** don't sell
This you ain't gotta put it on a scale
He ask you if it weigh enough, just tell 'em, yeah
You **** just yell
Pull the pistol, them **** gon' bail
If he got a pistol bet he don't spray it
They don't wanna go to jail
And they ain't no hell be walking on shells
Gladiator school, is you prepared?
I can see these **** scared
Got a problem with me ****, just say it
We can play it how you want to play it
Better go head
40 pistol be aimed at your head
All the way down and where you gon' lay
You ain't really on the edge
You ain't really under suspicion of the feds
You just telling them you is instead
You never bought us head
But you get behind the mic and just say it
The people oughta know, I must say it
[Verse 6]
You **** ain't cool, what they rap about
These **** ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You **** ain't true
You **** ain't really
Talking to 'em
Don't be no fool, you better take your ass to school
'Cause these **** ain't G's
Gangsters something these **** can't be
What you expect these **** ain't me
You **** ain't rich
You **** ain't really getting bricks
It's official, man, you **** ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that
[Verse 7]
You damn right
These **** don't have rights
To rap about the shit I did every night
Did you win every fight?
You ever went to jail for selling white?
Made bond, back in the trap same night
Your know these **** lame, right?
I'm speaking on it 'cause it ain't right
**** died, I survived, I done earned my stripe
Went to jail, came home
Twenty times got it right
But still trying keep for shootin' sucker **** I don't like
'Cause the game feel like the real **** on strike
This sucker get a deal, now he living so shy
You **** outta sight, acting hard lying on they record
Know it when you see it, recognize it, don't respect it
Got every right to check 'em when you see 'em in your city
Run up on 'em and try 'em but you see that they some bitches
**** tell you what they want you to hear
Don't tell me, real recognize real, eventually they'll see
[Verse 8]
You **** ain't cool, what they rap about
These **** ain't do
Hear 'em say it but it really ain't true
You **** ain't true
You **** ain't really
Talking to 'em
Don't be no fool, you better take your ass to school
'Cause these **** ain't G's
Gangsters something these **** can't be
What you expect? These **** ain't me
You **** ain't rich
You **** ain't really getting bricks
It's official, man, you **** ain't shit
Tell 'em I said that
[Verse 9]
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Written by: C. Harris, N. Hill, Nate Hills
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