T.I., Rahky — Hypno

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[Intro: T.I. & Logic]
What Juicy say? He be like
Shut the fuck up!
Yeah, yeah, hahaha
King

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils
Don’t understand my decisions so I don’t need your approval
I’m a motherfuckin’ villain just like you see in the movie
But I’m still a motherfuckin’ hero, stay lowkey like casino
In the weave of the cee-lo, pocket full of them C-notes
Backwood full of that primo, bad bitches drinkin’ on Pino
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
With bitches thick as Serena, lick it, yssup dna nisep
I see the line between ’em, man, they ain’t actin’ a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take thеy ass to a cleaners
Two decadеs straight, a hundred shows, a hundred K at the gate
A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me (Sheesh)

[Chorus: Rahky & T.I.]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin’ for me, I be suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ bitch ass
Lookin’ for me, I be suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin’ like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never, I’ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Man, I been beefin’ with my daughter, man, I’m dealin’ with shit
And a lot of my niggas contemplatin’, goin’ killin’ some shit
I put my bitch out like I’m Martin, in my feelings and shit
‘Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real niggas move things on a private plane
And you know I was trappin’, workin’ at an early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway, blowin’ big gas
Lookin’ for me, I been suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ bitch ass
Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin’ business
And drama, we ain’t goin’ back and forth ’bout the riff raff
Nigga talkin’, nigga big cap, I won’t listen to ’em
They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the ransom for ’em
Ain’t never been a pawn, always been a king
And I ain’t never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck ’em

[Chorus: Rahky & T.I.]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real, niggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin’ for me, I be suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ bitch ass
Lookin’ for me, I be suckin’, duckin’ yo’ lil’ bitch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin’ like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never, I’ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll