Act II: T.I.

[Intro: T.I.] Mmm, God mm What the fuck, what time is it? I coulda swore I parked my car (shit) [T.I.] Ay, light hit my face sun brought the heat Open my eyes see my car parked across the street And then it hit me I ain't really slept at all in a week Matter fact I don't even remember fallin asleep Atlantic office claimin J. Geter keep callin the heat Is it an emergency or somethin you need to talk to me? J said - "I thought you needed to talk to me If it's a change made aware I think it ought ta be You makin ultimatums now you don't talk to me You make shit way worse then it ought ta be I ain't arguin on the phone, come talk to me I'll be waitin on you dawg at the office, peace" Now, thinkin hard as I walk out my house What the fuck have I done now, what could he be talkin 'bout? I been stayin outta trouble, shit I been on the couch Just workin on the album, I was listenin now Then, Doug called (ay you spoke to J?) Yeah is it somethin I don't know that I was supposed to say? All I know is for the hour I been woke today Niggas comin with the riddles and the jokes today I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded Really caught a nigga by surprise, I was astounded He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin? [Doug Peterson] + (T.I) You sayin you don't know 'bout it? (Know 'bout what?) Atlantic Records said you called the office and went nuts Makin death threats talkin loud gettin buck (Man they said I did what? Folk I'm just gettin up!) Say you waitin out your deal 'til you year is up You plannin to make away with 20 million bucks (You bullshittin me right? Is you serious bruh?) Yeah they said from now on they'd rather deal with us I talked to Craig, Jules and Kys' a long time Long story short they said you done lost ya damn mind And they runnin off deeper across ya deadline You crossin a thin line, don't give 'em a deadline Or they suin the shit up out ya, they don't give a shit about ya Said you ain't doin nothin they couldn't have done without ya Man you ain't never been hotter, worked a whole lotta Years and came up to go way back to the bottom, what [Repeat to fade] Hustle pimp, hustle pimp [Outro: T.I.] Man, the hell is y'all talkin 'bout? I been in the house all night I don't know nothin 'bout that shit man I got the album right here! Man send this to 'em