[Intro: T.I.]
Real talk, true story (uh-huh)
No nuts, no glory (uh-uh)
Y´knowmsayin? (Real talk)
Ay dawg (yeah yeah)
I´ma tell you like this

[Chorus: T.I.]
Hey I´m so raw, and I´m so rich
And you so flawed niggaz ain´t ´bout shit
I´ll take yo´ broad, I can fuck yo´ bitch
Know that I´m gon´ ball every chance I get
Every chance I get, real talk, no shit
Every chance I get, make money on this
I´ll take yo´ broad, I can fuck yo´ bitch
Know that I´m gon´ ball every chance I get, every chance I get

[T.I.]
They say it´s lonely at the top, but I don´t feel lonely
Got my homies out in Hollywood so I don´t feel phony
Ain´t another nigga colder, cribs all over
Flash-in-pan, these other rappers catch a number, Coca-Cola
I´m exceedin expectations, you barely meetin quota
I give it to ´em straight, you cut it with baking soda
You said I ain´t Zone One, nigga ha, that´s a funny one
I´m King like my 3 year-old, Major like my youngest son
Got one named Domani, so you know what I´m gettin (guap)
Deyjah and Neek-Neek and Messiah like "Daddy, get ´em"
Got an angel named Leah here to keep me outta prison
And my partner Jason Geter to help me see about a billion
Listen; Grand Hustle, best respect this vision
My records sell about a million, but shit that just the beginnin
What with Club Crucial and Grand Hustle film division
Multiplication to get the paper, I let the clique do the division
Break bread, StreetCred.com makin a killin
Plus "A King of Oneself," high fashion, I´m flashin
I´m, ready for whatever though, trained to go you better know
Put dick up in whoever hoe, let ´em know

[Chorus]

[T.I.]
I gotta thank my lucky stars cause it came so far
Dope game, rap game, ´bout the same so far
Brag about your lil´ Benz, nigga that ain´t no car
I got some shit in my garage that requires a chauffeur
High as gas is, the country at war and people are starvin
And I pay a million dollars for Ferrari´s, retarded, huh?
Sorry bruh, been a dick that been ballin since it started up
Season hoe, get ´em all to fuck cause they know this dough stack tall as fuck
Nah, it ain´t that I´m rich that they hate so much
Least I could do it, not rub it in niggaz face so much
So I´m tryin now while I´m rhymin not to brag about the island
Or the crib in Hawaii where all the walls slide in
House is wide open, we could bring the outside in
I think you should hear about it, but fuck it I´ll be quiet
I just spit it how I live it homie I don´t be lyin
Would it make you feel better if I put my pockets on the die?
If I made less money, started to dress bummy
Would the haters and the critics have more respect for me?
Should I downgrade the crib and the way I live?
Now how about I don´t and we just say I did, nigga

[Chorus]

[Outro: T.I.]
Ay say homeboy
It´s real talk comin at you live and direct homeboy, you dig that?
Heh, you could hate all you want partna
I´ma give you somethin to hate on, bitch nigga
Ha ha! Grand Hustle, you understand?
DJ Toomp you did yo´ muh´fuckin thang as usual
Ay-hey look, P$C partna, Pimp Squad Click
Ay, Big Kuntry you up next homie
It´s the king, BITCH!
Yeahhhhhh, they say I ain´t Zone One, bitch nigga
My grandmama been livin on Center Hill 43 years, hoe-ass nigga
You understand that? Nigga come meet me nigga
See me nigga! You know?
Why niggaz gotta wait ´til a nigga got the police watchin you
and start kickin that fuck shit, you know?
You know how I get down, you know what it was nigga
You know you don´t wanna see me, bitch nigga!
Yeahhhhhh, AY!

[Chorus]