I Can't Quit

[Intro] Huh, Hell naww, I can't quit Hell naww, man, we got too much money to be getting shot up Stay down, Grand Hustle Ugh [Verse 1] Look, I'm this far from being a star and just that close to quitting I never should've came close to missing But I want to be a musician, pimpin', not a politician Listen, feel my position, it's a rough transition Plus, I'm way too deep in the game to be trying to change For fortune and fame and glamour, I could be in the slammer Or six feet up under Atlanta—it's a blessing to breathe I walk the streets with seven felonies, I'm blessed to be free Long as somebody up in Heaven who keep blessing a G T.I.P.'ll still be blessing CDs, so, haters, you can see these 'Cause I'm back now with something to prove Everything to gain, pimpin', nothing to lose I ought to start smacking niggas when it's nothing to do They too big? Shoot them in the leg and even the odds ('Cause you ain't hard) 'less you ran with Cap and C-Rod Trapped with K.T. and robbed with J.R. Fucked hoes with D.P., broke bread with J.G. Switched labels like K.P. (Who the fuck did all that, pimp?) Me Even though I'd rather go back to slanging drugs and shit It's a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit [Chorus: T.I.] I can't quit Even though polices hate I'm legit And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the shit Hell naww, I can't quit Some niggas hating on the money I'm getting Most of them hate it 'cause I'm fucking they bitches Nah, pimpin', I can't quit Some niggas hating on the rocks and the rings Some of them hate 'cause they don't think I'm the King Hell naww, I can't quit People hate it when you better than them They ain't hating? Start worrying, then Ayy, I'm winning, I can't quit [Verse 2: T.I.] It's been... ten years, an album, and two deals For real, we all know I should have sold two mil', at least It's all good, though, I flow for the streets I do it for y'all, every weekend—you see who in the mall Who's still in the trap signing your shirts, giving you dap Kicking it with you, then, get you and your folk in the club Posing for pictures with girls, give them kisses and hugs Pouring out liquor at shows, passing niggas the dro One of the realest rappers niggas'll know But niggas be hating to the point where they be calling the station ("Don't play his record") But they respect it 'cause I'm ready and focused And I see they petty and bogus—I want you to know this But most of you notice: Niggas in the game ain't real Got to stay selling records 'cause the fame ain't shit And fuck the units that they name'll sell It'll break your heart to see your favorite rappers lame as hell (Fuck them niggas! I'm the true and living!) [Chorus: T.I.] I can't quit Even though polices hate I'm legit And rappers hate it 'cause they know I'm the shit Hell naww, I can't quit Some niggas hating on the money I'm getting Most of them hate it 'cause I'm fucking they bitches Nah, pimpin', I can't quit Some niggas hating on the rocks and the rings Some of them hate 'cause they don't think I'm the King Hell naww, I can't quit People hate it when you better than them They ain't hating? Start worrying, then Ayy, I'm winning, I can't quit [Verse 3: T.I.] Ayy, you can please some of the people some of the time With some of your rhymes; but they might not like one of them lines (I tell you what) I'll let you criticize me one at a time Those of you who think I'm too cocky, get in front of the line Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow Don't like that when you say I'm tight, I say, "I already know" Don't like how I was talking shit before my album could blow (Oh) Like I need to calm it down, be more like the average Joe? So, fuck you, them thoughts, and that lil' house you think I'm in Get a Benz—I'll value your opinion then Think I give a fuck how many times my record spins? Fuck what you recommend, I'm back again! [Chorus: T.I.] Look, pimpin', I can't quit Even though polices hate I'm legit And rappers hate it 'cause they know I'm the shit Hell naww, I can't quit Some niggas hating on the money I'm getting Most of them hate it 'cause I'm fucking they bitches Nah, pimpin', I can't quit Some niggas hating on the rocks and the rings Some of them hate 'cause they don't think I'm the King Hell naww, I can't quit People hate it when you better than them They ain't hating? Start worrying, then Ayy, I'm winning, I can't quit [Electric Guitar Solo & Outro]