Ridin', bumpin' gangster music, back when I had the Buick Back when I worked at Checkers, prayin' I make it through it Still be wit' my same bitches, fast-forward, we lane switchin' Me and Gotti solid, the same vision, the same mission Roll up by the pound now, poppin' out in yo' town now Be humble when you up 'cause that cocky shit take you down there Go hard and put my bitches on, that's all I'm on, that's all I want But some shit I just don't condone That sucker shit ain't in my bones (On the gang) Money, I speak it fluent, hundreds on me the bluest Diamonds on me the clеarest, don't play with me, I'm T.I. serious Damn, Glo, you global now, damn, ho, you noticе now? Police pulled me over, caught me slippin', but I'm sober now Shit feel like a dream, I'm overseas with the team, huh Finishin' my album, I'm sippin' Bahama breeze It's just me, myself, and I, hold my head up to the sky Yeah, I make mistakes, but don't nothin' beat a failure but a try
On the gang, gang, gang Y'all made me feel real crazy And I want y'all to know that So I came back with a, with a vengeance, you feel me? But you know, I love criticism You know what I'm sayin', learn from your mistakes and you do better I'm really here to tell y'all I'm on that, I'm back on that I'm never getting off of that, you feel me? It's always gonna be what it is At the end of the motherfuckin' day, the day gonna motherfuckin' end On the gangTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
