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T.I.
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Yeah, yeah
No roof
Live like topless
Can't nobody stop this
Ay, this the D-R in charge of saving artists out the E.R
Bring 'em back to life, beats like CPR
Made the Westside worldwide, no P.R
Gangsta rap god, I'm the end-all, be-all
California love from the hood to the C-Dot
The Compton monster make you wanna cut your MP off
The greatest in the game, haters should be ashamed
Of not acknowledging the brain of the West Coast king
Brought chronic to the scene, four pills in the lean
Now the game full of puppets, look at me, no strings
Again and again, I've shown you seen me
Piss on niggas' egos, ruin they self-esteem
Sky the limit, no roof, I can do what you dream
Done it all 'fore you ever did a thing, know what I mean?
Tees and black jeans, no bling, just bang
Officially the brain, clinically insane
Look Eazy ain't a damn thing changed, I promise
Still live like we did back when straight outta Compton
Taught niggas how to have attitudes on some hood shit
Showed 'em what to smoke when they were blazing that bullshit
That why you smell the dro aroma when my record playing
Not a blemish on my image, decorated resume
A legendary legacy
All that I wore is you'll never be, fuck is y'all telling me?
Forever on top
Face it, you'll never be better than the Dogg, ask Pac
Again, I say it's never gon' stop
Face it, you'll never be greater than the Dogg, ask Pac
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, Lestat, I'm the shooting kind
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky's the limit, I'm paid to run the city now
Your skin's a traveling bag of your existence
Yours is shabby and scabbed while mine's glistening
Vivid on my skin how many continents I visited
You could journey with me to different places by listening
Shitting on 'em, your brother got it covered
We can slug it, knuckle it, however you want it, I love it
A hustler's wit, the grit, the grind
My genetic code make up murderer by design
On Mayan calendar time, where night meets day
I'm in a light gray Bugatti like a high-speed chase
Adrenaline like jogging or jumping rope in place
Muhammad Ali hobbies, no Pilates, tryna keep the ocean by me
Hit a rich man's wife, see what these hoes could buy me
Looking forward, but it's nice to see the road behind me
Hotels are seven-star, baguettes glowing
Keep your Learjet, dog, the private jet Boeing, topless
Guns blaze when I shine
Make a wish quick, Lestat, I'm the shooting kind
Front page all the time
You boys think sick, but I ain't got no roof on mine
I dream topless, I live topless
Like my girl is the game with her titties out
I dream topless, I live topless
Sky's the limit, I'm paid to run the city now