I'm rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis. Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho. Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow. — TI Copy Share Image
I'm no longer poppin' tags, I just let 'em hang. Sucka nigga doing bad, I just do my thang. — TI Copy Share Image
My flow still so stupid competent. Competition evidently don't know what they up against. Obviously oblivious, in the city I'm serious. — TI Copy Share Image
So you cant deny I'm patient but I aint gona try if you dont come I aint gonna die. — TI Copy Share Image
Bright lights, late nights, drop auto-mobiles outside hotels with a lot of hoes. Bottles poured, blow a lot of dro, no powder though, everywhere… — TI Copy Share Image
Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray. Ay! Ain't no fugaze, I'm too major, I'm super paid. — TI Copy Share Image
I give the niggas what they came to see, a reflection of one self where they aim to be. — TI Copy Share Image
Man aint nobody on my level. Cause thats that new Bugatti and the diamonds on my bezel. — TI Copy Share Image
