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PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
WATCH THE DUCK
WATCH THE DUCK
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter
Jesse Rankins
Jesse Rankins
Songwriter
Demetrius Lee Stewart
Demetrius Lee Stewart
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shawty Redd
Shawty Redd
Producer
Elliot Carter
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Tyler Page
Tyler Page
Mixing Engineer
Derek “206derek” Anderson
Assistant Engineer
Ye Ali
Ye Ali
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Still hustlin' at five in the mornin'
This retro Jordans ain't never walked a mile
And I'm knowin' no matter what they said
Heavy the head
Who said shit would be simple?
To get rich and stay out the trunks of Lincoln Continental
Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental
In these streets, you either eat or become dinner
Ain't shit to win when you already got it all
But go from havin' no options to buyin' mansions
Versace and shit
[Verse 2]
You don't know the risk
If you ain't carried the weight
If you ain't never been down a road
That wasn't already paved
Some shit, I don't remember
And some, I'll never forget
Ain't nobody give me nothin'
Ain't nobody tell me shit
Big ol drip
[Verse 3]
Okay
Over came the odds, did our thing
Now, can't nobody tell me a bitch-ass thang
'Cause there weren't nobody 'round when it was me and the squad
Trappin' in the shadows, sellin' crack in the dark
Push boys,  and wonder sometimes, did it matter to God?
That I didn't have no hot water and my stomach were growlin'
Learned to think outside the box from watchin' **** around me
And bein' stupid, that'll have ya ass in the county
And bein' dumb will get you shot, boy
Pay close attention when **** runnin' in your spot
Ready for you to die, that why you better have your head on a swivel
And your antennas up
Fucked around, get killed by a police the way you reachin', bruh
When the odds stacked up against you
If nothing eventually ain't gained
Gotta do more than sit and complain
Every album I made was a product of pain
You really think you ain't gon' change, comin' far as I came?
Come on
[Verse 4]
You don't know the risk
If you ain't carried the weight
If you ain't never been down a road
That wasn't already paved
Some shit, I don't remember
And some, I'll never forget
Ain't nobody give me nothin'
Ain't nobody tell me shit
Big ol' drip
[Verse 5]
Yeah, dangerous lifestyle
From jumpin' the turnstile
Refused to pipe down
This shit, we would burn down
Distress is everywhere, some shit you just gotta turn down
And ain't no freebies in this shit, you get what you earned now
Yeah, you live and you learn
But you reap what you sow
And your intention ain't what you will be held accountable for
It's your actions, it don't matter what you do for yourself
If every time somebody call on you and you ain't no help
That ain't no king shit
All the stuff you buyin', it don't mean shit
On some boot-your-self-esteem shit, 'cause you ain't seen shit
Callin' me a activist, stumbled on it by accident
You can see I'm passionate, but not a politician, though
On IG, I'm killin' that fashion shit
I be drippin' with Raf Simons trench coat
Cashmere turtleneck
How did I get three-piece pinstripe with the collar bar?
Rose gold cufflink, same with the Audemar
Hey, back against the wall
Would you risk it all?
I figure, if I could get me some
I could get it all
Started with a bankroll small as a tennis ball
Now, in my city, I'm big as Pac and Biggie Smalls
God with me, whom shall I fear
Man, no more beggin' for shit we oughta get ourselves
And, just so I'm clear
What it took to get here, you got no idea
For real
[Verse 6]
You don't know the risk
If you ain't carried the weight
If you ain't never been down a road
That wasn't already paved
Some shit, I don't remember
And some, I'll never forget
Ain't nobody give me nothin'
Ain't nobody tell me shit
Big ol drip
Big ol drip
Big ol drip
Yeah
Big ol'
Big ol drip
Written by: Clifford Harris, Demetrius Lee Stewart, Jesse Rankins
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