I Can’t Quit T.I.

[Intro]
Huh, Hell naww, I can't quit
Hell naww, man, we got too much money to be getting shot up
Stay down, Grand Hustle
Ugh

[Verse 1]
Look, I'm this far from being a star and just that close to quitting
I never should've came close to missing
But I want to be a musician, pimpin', not a politician
Listen, feel my position, it's a rough transition
Plus, I'm way too deep in the game to be trying to change
For fortune and fame and glamour, I could be in the slammer
Or six feet up under Atlanta—it's a blessing to breathe
I walk the streets with seven felonies, I'm blessed to be free
Long as somebody up in Heaven who keep blessing a G
T.I.P.'ll still be blessing CDs, so, haters, you can see these
'Cause I'm back now with something to prove
Everything to gain, pimpin', nothing to lose
I ought to start smacking niggas when it's nothing to do
They too big? Shoot them in the leg and even the odds
('Cause you ain't hard) 'less you ran with Cap and C-Rod
Trapped with K.T. and robbed with J.R.
Fucked hoes with D.P., broke bread with J.G.
Switched labels like K.P.
(Who the fuck did all that, pimp?) Me
Even though I'd rather go back to slanging drugs and shit
It's a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit