T.I. — Put Some On It

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[Chorus]
Sheesh, since I been gone, niggas all in my track
Gotta give me that back, yeah
Thinkin’ I’m gon’ take an L
Give it to me, I’ll be givin’ that back, yeah, yeah
Approach me aggressive
I bet ya times ten you be giving that back, hmm, hmm
Back like I left something, bih
Say my name, put some respect on that shit

[Verse 1]
Don’t you misconstrue me ’cause I’m shootin’ movies
Drop an album when I get the time to do it
Legendary and I’m still young
Still gettin’ eight-figure deals done
Okay, yeah, I see you droppin’ lil’ songs
Bought some new chains and you feel strong
But the fact remain, lil’ homie
Keep puttin’ on, I’ma do you real wrong
Get your shit together, nigga, you know better
You a lightweight and I’m a sumo wrestler
Nigga cross that line, nigga, who gon’ get ya?
And I ain’t even gotta be in the room with ya
I been doin’ this shit ‘fore True Religion
Stackin’ that money my new religion
Wait a minute, this year, you ain’t in tune, is ya?
Nigga still ain’t barkin’ at the moon, is ya?
I’m still on the hill in my Lear out in Hampton
No disrespect tolerated, we relax that
Multimillionaire, let ’em grade, never pass that
Get it out the mud, know your worth, then your ass attack
[Chorus]
Sheesh, since I been gone, niggas all in my track
Gotta give me that back, yeah
Thinkin’ I’m gon’ take an L
Give it to me, I’ll be givin’ that back, yeah, yeah
Approach me aggressive
I bet ya times ten you be giving that back, hmm, hmm
Back like I left something, bih
Say my name, put some respect on that shit

[Verse 2]
From the inner-city to the outskirt
Turned the white work into house work, yeah
Base, slab so solid, junkie bite it, make his mouth hurt
From the underworld to the upper-level
Rubbin’ elbows, doin’ deals with ’em (Who?)
The Arthur Blank’s, Mark Cuban’s of the world
Partner, you can’t even deal with ’em
Manager be wantin’ me to chill with him
All I do is keep it real with him
Found a way to designer plates
Preferably with two or three meals in it (Yeah)
My life a motherfuckin’ movie
Somebody oughta be filmin’ it (Sheesh)
And the industry went and tried to cross that bridge
I did with it, you know?
Jumped, twelve-years-old, off the porch, on the asphalt
Big risk, big reward, just avoid gettin’ your ass caught
Re-up and flip ’til you rich for a lifetime
Then it’s fuck whoever think of downtime
Ho, I’m back in this bih, gotta have mine, yeah
[Chorus]
Sheesh, since I been gone, niggas all in my track
Gotta give me that back, yeah
Thinkin’ I’m gon’ take an L
Give it to me, I’ll be givin’ that back, yeah, yeah
Approach me aggressive
I bet ya times ten you be giving that back, hmm, hmm
Back like I left something, bih
Say my name, put some respect on that shit

[Outro: Ms. Pat]
I gotta tell you, TIP
Your neck look like a old bitch pussy during the pandemic, haha
I said, «If this nigga don’t cut that grandma pussy off his chin,» hahahaha
I was like, «TIP neck look like my ass when I can’t shave it»