Every Chance I Get

[Intro: T.I.]

Real talk, true story (uh-huh)

No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)

Y'knowmsayin? (Real talk)

Ay dawg (yeah yeah)

I'ma tell you like this

[Hook: T.I.]

Hey I'm so raw, and I'm so rich

And you so flawed niggas ain't 'bout shit

I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch

Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get

Every chance I get, real talk, no shit

Every chance I get, make money on this

I'll take yo' broad, I can fuck yo' bitch

Know that I'm gon' ball every chance I get, every chance I get

[Verse 1: T.I.]

They say it's lonely at the top, but I don't feel lonely

Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don't feel phony

Ain't another nigga colder, cribs all over

Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola

I'm exceeding expectations, you barely meeting quota

I give it to 'em straight, you cut it with baking soda

You said I ain't Zone One, nigga ha, that's a funny one

I'm King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son

Got one named Domani, so you know what I'm gettin' (guap)

Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get 'em"

Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison

And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion

Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision

My records sell about a million, but shit, that just the beginnin'

What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division

Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division

Break bread, StreetCred.com making a killin'

Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I'm flashin'

I'm ready for whatever though, trained to go, you better know

Put dick up in whoever ho, let 'em know

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I.]

I gotta thank my lucky stars 'cause it came so far

Dope game, rap game, 'bout the same so far

Brag about your lil' Benz, nigga, that ain't no car

I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur

High as gas is, the country at war and people are starving

And I pay a million dollars for Ferraris, retarded, huh?

Sorry bruh, been addicted to ballin' since I started up

See ten hoes, get 'em all to fuck 'cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck

Nah, it ain't that I'm rich that they hate so much

Least I could do it, not rub it in niggas face so much

So I'm trying now while I'm rhyming not to brag about the island

Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in

House is wide open, we could bring the outside in

I think you should hear about it, but fuck it, I'll be quiet

I just spit it how I live it, homie, I don't be lying

Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on a diet?

If I made less money, started to dress bummy

Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?

Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?

Nah, how about I don't and we just say I did, nigga

[Hook]

[Outro: T.I.]

Ay, say homeboy

It's real talk comin' at you live and direct, homeboy, you dig that?

Heh, you could hate all you want partna

I'ma give you something to hate on, bitch nigga

Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?

DJ Toomp you did yo' muh'fuckin thang as usual

Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click

Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie

It's the king, BITCH!

Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain't Zone One, bitch nigga

My grandmama been living on Center Hill 43 years, ho-ass nigga

You understand that? Nigga, come meet me, nigga

See me nigga! You know?

Why niggas gotta wait 'til a nigga got the police watching you

And start kicking that fuck shit, you know?

You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga

You know you don't wanna see me, bitch nigga!

Yeahhhhhh, AY!

[Hook]