T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts
Like a deck of of fricken pokemon cards
Affects not us but the guardians fate
That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape
By the minute i was getting paid like a hot line
Instead of living this life of violent crime
Out of mind out of sight
I got plans tonight
Out of this coviction of feelings
So i guess that's where i hide my things
Your yard, full of pieces of lard
Like a small garage in your backyard
Part of my heart beat, inside of me
And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see
Uhh, i woke up and screamed, fuck the world
Of being of always getting wired
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