Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford Harris
Composer
Translee Macklin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin "K.D." Davis
Producer
Elliot Carter
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
I could be with a white girl, get my dick sucked
And then she get my fist stuck
Still can't get a **** mixed up
With these hypocrites on Facebook, no
[Verse 2]
Drop a line right there
Drop a line right there
I could be swervin' off drinkin' Dom P
In a stolen car with no ID
Still these **** can't try me
With these reckless **** in IG, no
[Verse 3]
Drop a line right there
Yeah
Drop a line right there
I know you like to think that we alike but
You a mountain, I'm a meteorite
I've been double cuppin' since pedialyte
Social media don't feel right
Remember back when I was 12 tryna sell crack
Still beat the street lights
Cause my momma said she got the final notice
It was back against the wall, buy a 8-ball
Now a **** doin' snapchat, gettin' at him with a @ symbol
For you nosey mother fuckers talkin' bout me and Wayne
Stay ya ass out that, yeah
I can say it to him, you can't
All I know a ****, two things
The world fucked up, you **** dough
Ain't long as my shoe string
I know most **** ain't gone care regardless
But I can't look my children in the eye if I ain't tryin' the hardest
Bought a rich a milli, set the time on it
Got no diamonds like I want it
Then I pray that God may bless my streets
These young **** dyin' on it
Then take a pic with a tech-9 on it, then put a hashtag sign
Then go commit crime on it then
Rhyme bout it, then wonder why they doin' time
About it, now they cryin' bout it
I'ma draw the line right here
Either I'ma be the dream Martin Luther King had or
A nightmare, yeah
[Verse 4]
I could be with a white girl, get my dick sucked
Then now she get my first stuck
Still can't get a **** mixed up
With these hypocrites on Facebook, no
[Verse 5]
Drop a line right there
Drop a line right there
[Verse 6]
I could be swervin' off drinkin' Dom P
In a stolen car with no ID
Still these **** can't try me
With these reckless **** in IG, no
[Verse 7]
Draw the line right there
Yeah
Draw the line right there
I been funding my revolution by my lonesome
All my movement
Bankroll Mafia hustle gang all started out of my pocket
Us or else included, no one else to do it
I just had to get a plan executed
Even if it mean I be prosecuted
If 2Pac do it, then I gotta do it
How you do it though
Run my city til I got a charlie horse
Record trappin' at the studio
Back and forth with it, goin' north
In Texas meeting up with Julio
Just spent 20K in Dolce
Let a fuck **** make it at the club
I guess I'm getting soft in my old age, damn
Shawty I remember back when red crossed me
A **** talkin' shit, call him out
Then we fought it out like we was 13
Then, what
Nowadays you don't wanna fight em, make a dope meme
Then maybe they'll retweet, so better dig deep
Ever since you met me what you see and what you get
No filters on my life
Bumpin' UGK high life
What you **** grew up on, Twilight
It's a fat check, ****, check this
If I at you, then how you know that ain't gettin' at you
And that real shit
[Verse 8]
I could be with a white girl, get my dick sucked
And then now she get my first stuck
Still can't get a **** mixed up
With these hypocrites on Facebook, no
Draw the line right there
Yeah
Draw the line right there
I could be swervin' off drinkin' Dom P
In a stolen car with no ID
Still these **** can't try me
With these reckless **** in IG, no
Draw the line right there
Yeah
Draw the line right there
Yeah
Written by: Clifford Harris, Kevin Marcellus Davis, Translee Macklin