The L.I.B.R.A. Introduction

[Intro: Ms. Pat & T.I.]

The L.I.B.R.A

I'm Ms. Pat from Fair Street Bottom

Do you know how hard it is to have odds stacked against you

And flip the scale in your favor?

I flipped bricks and bitch niggas for what I got

Fuck that shit, I learned how to cook cocaine

Before I learned how to boil a egg, nigga

I used to can cook a cocaine cake like a birthday cake

Put a lil' baking soda, then when we stepped on it

With the comeback, boy, you really came the fuck up

That's how I got my first set of Jordan's

Fuck y'all laughin' at? Hahaha

Bein' a legend is not about runnin' the streets

It's about runnin' your business (Yeah)

Raisin' kids or lacin' wigs, a hustler never die, baby

[Verse: T.I.]

Okay, two six figures, solitaire, don't play with mе

Half a million on my necklace, spent it blatantly

Evеn in this pandemic, nigga, goddamn it

I'm like, "Well, F it, I'ma get one, why would I not wear it?"

Now stop starin', in Bel Air with a hot pair

She suck it 'til it hard, then she squat there

Ain't got' do shit, nigga, fuck how you feel, I do not care

I been a mastermind since you was in a highchair

I was a millionaire before you had a idea

I keep my head on the swivel, peep the side mirror

The penthouse, top floor, I reside there

Mhm, everybody get it, that is my prayer

But I know everyone can't make it and it not fair

It lonely at the top, but you can't beat this view, I swear

Ain't no comparison, the thought is just embarrassin'

Worth a hunnid and fifty now, I'm gon' quadruple that

Lil bit', we control the culture, got the proof for that (Uh-huh)

Activatin' movements, I'm the truth at that

Know how to multiply my assets, ain't no stupid cat

Every day I'm wakin' up and doin' deals

Buyin' when it low, when it get high, I sell

If I go crazy, sorry, that just how I am

Think I got post-traumatic stress for years of gettin' active

Paranoid, think everybody gunnin' at me

I could be slightly schizophrenic, but don't nobody panic

If you ain't come up how I did, you wouldn't understand it

Hah, assaultin' the police, I caught a case in Tampa

I bonded out and did the show, act like it never happened

When I look back on all that shit, I ain't got no regret

Just all the lessons, wouldn't believe we really did that shit

If I ain't live it, stay true to you, you can make a killing

Okay, listen, there business and there the bullshit, ain't no fuckin' feelings

Uh-huh, spent a hunnid thousand at my fucking dentist

Look, own a building, stop us at my fucking tenant

Yeah, blow Viola Cannabis on some Atlanta shit

Yeah, you hot, I'm a candlestick, put you on channel six

Yeah, you can't challenge this, rose above the challenges

Tightrope walkin' twenty years, I ain't lost my balance yet

Yeah, King, bitch

[Outro: Ms. Pat]

Twenty years and you still rockin', nigga, ain't nothin' get old

I don't even see grey hairs on you

What you usin', Just for Men? Hahahaha

Nigga, you my favorite motherfuckin' rapper

Now I wanted to suck Ice Cube's titty, but I always liked you

You ain't sexy to me, that nigga Ice Cube is sexy

But you my favorite motherfuckin' rapper, TIP

You the baddest motherfucker in Atlanta, I can tell you that