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