[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]
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