G Season T.I. (Ft. Meek Mill)

[Produced by Cardiak and Chinky P]

[Intro: T.I.]
Okay, aye man, I'm sucka-free, sucka duckin'
Tell all them suckas get the fuck outta my way MAN
You understand?
G Season

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Told you motherfuckas once, prison ain't change me
All it did was make a nigga crazy deranged see
Psycho, nuts so, what I give a fuck for?
All I know now is to get out and go for the gusto
So, fuck niggas fuck hoes, he said, she said, nigga and what so?
Fuck what they say 'bout my cases, fuck what they say 'bout my lady
Fuck what they say we were doing on the day of visitation
All I care 'bout is my out day and this next year of probation
How much dough I'm set to make, where I'm go'n go on vacation
Wait, damn. Okay that's way to far ahead of me
So I'm just tryna take it day to day if they would let a G, breath
Cop cars by the threes, Bitches call me Papa John cuz I keep that extra cheese
Overseas in the sun, livin' for the fun in Milan with some bad bitches
Probably one of yourn, when will it dawn on 'em I'm a Don
Ridin' foreign, curtains drawn, gettin' blown by a blonde, I'm the bomb
Terrorist, hella rich, wreckin' shit
Nigga ask about me homie I suggest you tell'em this