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T.I. - I Can't Quit lyrics
[T.I] Hell no I cant quit Hell no man we got to much money to get shawti stay down grand hustle Look... IM this far from being a star and just that close to quittin I never should of came close to missing But I want to be a musician pimpin not a politician listen feel my position this a rough transition Plus I'm way to deep in the game to be trying to change From fortune and fame and glamour I could be in the slammer Or six feet under Atlanta its a blessing to breath I walk the streets with seven felonies I'm blessed to be free Long as somebody up in heaven who keep blessing the G T.I.P is still be blessing CD's so haters you can see these Cause I'm back now with something to prove everything to gain pimpin nothing to lose I oughta start smackin niggas when there's nothing to do They to big shoot em in the leg and even the odds cause you aint hard Less you round with captain C ROD Trap with KT and brawl with JR Fuck hoes with DP broke bread with JG Switch labels like KP poofa did all that to me even Though I'd rather go back to slangin drugs an shit This a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit [Chorus] I Can't Quit Even though Police's hate on legit And rappers hate it cause they know I'm the shit Hell naw I cant quit Some niggas hatin on the money I'm getting Most of them hatin cause im fuckin they bitch Naw pimpin I can't quit Some niggas hatin on the rocks and the rings Some of them hate cause they dont think I'm the king Hell naw i cant quit People hate it when you better then them They ain't hate start worrying then Hey I'm winning I cant quit [T.I] Ten years an album and two deals fo' real we all know I should of sold two million at least It's all good though I flow for the streets I do it for yall every weekend see who in the mall Still in the traps signing your shirts given you doubt Kikin it with ya' then get yo' and your folk into the club Holes of the pictures where girls gave kisses and hugs Hold and I look at the show passing niggas the drove One of the realist rappers niggas will know But niggas be hatin to the point where they be calling the station But they respect it cause I'm ready and focused Then I see they panties an vocals, I want you to know This the closest you know this Niggas in the game ain't real got to stay sellin records cause the fame ain't shit And fuck the units that they name will sell They'll break your hearts and see your favorite rappers lame as hell [Chorus] [T.I] Some of the people some of time times Some of you rhyme but might not like one of them lines I tell you, I let you criticize me one of them times Those of you that think I'm to cocky get in front of the line Whether you don't like my ego or my arrogant flow Don't like it when you say im tyte I say I already know Don't like how I was talkin shit before my album blowed Think I need to calm it down become more like the average Joe So, fuck yo' little thoughts and that little house you think I'm in Get a Benz i value your opinion then think i give a fuck how many times my record spins Well what you recommend, I'm back again. [Chorus] |
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