T.I. - What It's Come To lyrics

Yeah Yeah, let me see what it's come to Ain't it fu*ked up? This is what it's come to Yeah, sh*t Ain't it fu*ked up? This is what it's come to Yeah, ayy And I guess this is what it's come to sh*t, uh In the fire I reside like the money do ni**as'll try wearin' wires at the rendez-vous Don't nothin', kill ni**as like needin' money do For nothin', peel ni**as, you sweet as honey dew Ain't never been ashamed to look off in the mirror At all my fears and imperfections, made 'em disappear People weird, be projectin' all they insecurities Whatever they say he did he did That sh*t I'm fu*kin' sure of it Behind the foreign cars, clothes and expensive jewelry I got a heart made of gold, motives be the purest And they say hell have no fury like a woman's scorn fu*k that, I'm crankin' up the jury, who you lyin' on shawty? Extortion, is that what you got your mind on, shawty? Tell 'em, "Get it how you live, shawty, I ain't goin' for it" I'ma take it all away, every day of the week Bet you thought this sh*t was sweet and I would pay in a week And you could take this sh*t or leave it, I'm just sayin' my piece Been look at all the traffic when you play in the street Go put your face and reputation on it These kinda claims deserve more than anonymous Provocation conversations, don't it? They say let's hit him with the one-two You see how many ni**as this been done to Speak for the people, all you did, we can undo Welcome to the Pro-Intel Part Two, damn, this is what it's come too Yeah Damn, and this is what it's come to Uh, sh*t Ain't it fu*ked up? This is what it's come to Uh, ayy, ayy-ayy Man, I guess this is what it's come to Hahaha, sh*t Hahaha Okay Yachts on the Atlantic, please, let's not misunderstand it I keep none against they will, if they leave that's they disadvantage b*tch, I'm above and beyond, Libra scales to see my key on Heebie Jeebie, be gone And see all the bullsh*t she on Approach me with that hoe sh*t, high step on that hoe like Deion I see chivalry and misogyny Is quite adjacent obviously The object of the game is kill the king So 'til the blade meet my neck on the guillotine But I'ma be, standin' tall like a statue (Huh) ni**a fu*k that, "He say, she say" If the receipts, say that sh*t ain't factual I was built for all this sh*t, God sent me here with a mission That's somethin' can't let no human or no demon interfere with In your feelings, can't conceal it Broke your spirit tryna heal it That's the real Atlanta Lot of rich white folks up in Buckhead, wanna steal Atlanta Kill and destroy everything that feel Atlanta fu*k that, I'm still Atlanta Since Meech was puttin' up billboards, facin' double bodies And 12 was askin' me about him but I stayed solid They bust my house and found a gun, I was on probation All 'cause I wouldn't participate in they investigation I went to jail for a year, height of my career But by the time I made it home, he got his case thrown out I told him then, "Maybe you should chill" He said, "Listen Tip, if ballin' why they want me I'ma be ballin' 'til they get me" Had to digest what he said, let it sit a minute Had to respect it, sh*t, like it or not at least he committed Willing to face whatever consequences for his vision While I'm up against some lyin' ass b*tches, damn, this is what it's come too Yeah Damn, and this is what it's come to, hmm Ain't it fu*ked up? This is what it's come to Ayy, damn Man, I guess this is what it's come to sh*t