The L.I.B.R.A. Introduction
[Intro: Ms. Pat & T.I.]
The L.I.B.R.A
I’m Ms. Pat from [Fair?] Street bottom
Do you know how hard it is to have the odds stacked against you and flip the scale in your favor?
I flip bricks and b**ch niggas for what I got
f**k that sh*t, I learned how to cook cocaine before I learned how to boil an egg, nigga
I used to can cook cocaine cake like a birthday cake
Put a little baking soda then we stepped on it with a comeback, boy you really came the f**k up
That’s how I got my first set of Jordan’s
f**k y’all laughin’ at?
Bein’ a legend is not about runnin’ the streets, it’s about runnin’ your business (Yeah)
Raisin’ kids or lacin’ wigs, a hustler never die, baby
[Verse: T.I.]
Okay, two six figures, solitaire, don’t play with me
Half a million on my nеcklace, spent it blatantly
Even in this pandеmic, nigga, goddamn it
I’m like, “Well, F it, I’ma get one, why would I not wear it?”
Now stop starin’, in Bel Air with a hot pair
She suck it ’til it hard, then she squat there
Ain’t gotta do sh*t, nigga, f**k how you feel, I do not care
I been a mastermind since you was in a highchair
I was a millionaire before you had an idea
I keep my head on the swivel, peep the side mirror
The penthouse, top floor, I reside there, mhmm
Everybody get it, that is my prayer
But I know everyone can’t make it and it not fair
It lonely at the top, but you can’t beat this view, I swear
Ain’t no comparison to thotty, just embarrassin’
Worth a hunnid fifty now, I’m gon’ quadruple that
Look at, we control the culture, got the proof for that (Uh huh)
Activatin’ movements, I’m the truth at that
Know how to multiply my assets, ain’t no stupid cat
Every day I’m wakin’ up and doin’ deals
Buyin’ when it low, when it get high, I sell
If I go crazy, sorry, that just how I am
Think I got post-traumatic stress for years of gettin’ active
Paranoid, think everybody gunnin’ at me
I could be slightly schizophrenic but don’t nobody panic
If you ain’t come up how I did, you wouldn’t understand it, huh
Assaultin’ the police, I caught a case in Tampa
I bonded out and did the show, act like it never happened
When I look back on all that sh*t, I ain’t got no regret
Just all the lesson, wouldn’t believe we really did that sh*t
If I ain’t live it, they true to you, you can make a killing
Okay, let’s abandon it in the bullsh*t, ain’t no f**kin feelings, uh huh
Spent a hundred thousand at my f**king dentist, look
Own a building, stop us at my f**king tenant
Blow Viola Cannabis, on some Atlanta sh*t
You hot, I’m a candlestick, put you on channel six, yeah
You can’t challenge this, rose above the challenges
Tightrope walkin’ twenty years, I ain’t lost my balance yet, yeah
King, b**ch
[Outro: Ms. Pat]
Twenty years and you still rockin’, nigga, ain’t nothin’ get old
I don’t even see grey hairs on you
What you usin’, Just for Men, haha?
Nigga, you my favorite motherf**kin’ rapper
Now I wanted to suck Ice Cube’s titty, but I always liked you
You ain’t sexy to me, that nigga Ice Cube is sexy
But you my favorite motherf**kin’ rapper, TIP
You the baddest motherf**ker in Atlanta, I can tell you that
