[Intro: T.I.]
Fury
Yeah, yeah, huh, aye! What the fuck I got to worry about now?
Nigga, you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from
You think I'mma come all this way to get scared? Hahah!
Nah, nigga, I'mma motherfuckin' win
Nigga, if all this shit go out the window right now, man
I'm all too familiar with this shit
My nigga, I'm straight, you dig? Please believe that shit, man Hey!
[Chorus 1: T.I.]
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight
Hey, you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, go and holla at my partners
And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glitz, but shawty I don't need it
My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'm a son of one
Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab, flipped another one
Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubblegum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young
Buck, niggas say, "What?", then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts change a old nigga whole face up
Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up
They'll try you once, 'til you pull a .40, then tell 'em shawty don't play wit' us
I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care 'bout catchin' no case, bruh
Don't consider me, not statistically, another nigga it's too late for
Hey, wait, bruh, bet any nigga came from that?
Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that
Fury
Yeah, yeah, huh, aye! What the fuck I got to worry about now?
Nigga, you think after weatherin' the storm and comin' from the extremes I came from
You think I'mma come all this way to get scared? Hahah!
Nah, nigga, I'mma motherfuckin' win
Nigga, if all this shit go out the window right now, man
I'm all too familiar with this shit
My nigga, I'm straight, you dig? Please believe that shit, man Hey!
[Chorus 1: T.I.]
You can keep the car, the clothes, the money and the hoes
Just gimme a couple of O's, drop me off at the sto'
And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight
Hey, you can keep the dancers and the boppers, the plexers and the poppers
Let me fill up my Impala, go and holla at my partners
And I'm straight, hey, shawty, I'm straight
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I gotta couple of V's wit' the kits, MPV's on my wrist
A lot of glamour and glitz, but shawty I don't need it
My beginnin' was a humble one, a hustler I'm a son of one
Taught me how to number run, I went from that to number one
Had a hundred ones, I bought a slab, flipped another one
Sold my little three-eighty east, and said I need another gun
The littlest in the trap, and got it poppin' like some bubblegum
Junkies hatin' on my stacks, sayin' I'm nuttin but a young
Buck, niggas say, "What?", then he see me raise up
Just wanna see the little boy wit' nuts change a old nigga whole face up
Cause I spray the nigga's whole face up, wet the nigga from the waist up
They'll try you once, 'til you pull a .40, then tell 'em shawty don't play wit' us
I'm fourteen in the dope game and don't care 'bout catchin' no case, bruh
Don't consider me, not statistically, another nigga it's too late for
Hey, wait, bruh, bet any nigga came from that?
Who lose it all the day, I bet he say he changed from that
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