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The L.I.B.R.A. Introduction by T.I. Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2020

[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