T.I. - Care To Say About It lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.] Yeah Well Attention to my youngins coming up in this sh** Let me tell you what you do, teachers say you ain't sh** Hack off in her IG, get up in her email Find something in it that'll humble that b**h Get a 8 ball better not fumble that b**h Better double that sh** Make a hundred right back It outta be illegal making money like this If it is that what everyone says you can't tell Yeah Imma have a thing for the arm and hammer Before these n***as was even thinkin' about Atlanta Little Bankhead n***a off Balton Road With a snubbed nose short like Muggsy Bogues Don't try one can't take 6 of us Plus you might get shot no fisticuffs (okay) King in real life Shinnin' til my Lights cut off and life is f**ed off Til them and Rick kept me in Miami ducked off Somewhere on Biscayne Ride in the Lambo Abracadabra magic like we in Orlando And where your b**h go And where her pants go Turn that around automatically mando If her feet f**ed up hanging out her sandals On that mob sh** like Marlon Brando Smoking weed trappin' standing under the lamp post For real all a n***a ever done Was come up on a bag turn around and get another one Then how I came up on a bunch of money And a bunch of motherf**ers tryna find a way to get it from me Avoid the red tape proceed to rampage Now a days these n***as be so goddamn fake And I can't stand things that are pretending To hear you speak is so condensing I say f** that watch with your diamonds in it Tryna turn myself into a monument Stimulate the economy Buy a Rolls Royce and hold your horse n***as talk loud but got no voice Better fall in line and leave no choice And I ain't finna play about that And that's really all a n***a really care to say about that [Verse 2: Rapsody] Bust Dedicated to all the bustas We just bustin' TIP RAP ATL to Raleigh North Carolina But I was born and raised in Snowy Hill 252 Green County all day yeah Where I'm from some n***as do die Some women do bust everybody got 5 I ain't never done street sh**, just too fly Get down, lay down, boy we're too high Hood divided I seen it live, seen the d**, seen the love All of it here for pride Use to date a drug dealer in my past life Drink Boons Farm smoke just to pa** nights Potential bigger than a monument Real n***a, look up to me honestly And my old whip, that old sh**, the 95 I use to 9 to 5 with back in 99 I had a real job fool I could legally drive Return pushin' a kicka** ride Bustin' rhymes, I bust around, bustin' 9s Y'all doin' that y'all is wild Tell ya child they ain't gotta walk or run the mile We ran the course so y'all can stop Tip ‘em back the tip of that I tip ‘em over He dead yeah yeah I know it Mother f**as should know I'm Noah Ha ha big boat b**h uh Look I could walk on water ah I care to say I care bout y'all Care bout love, care bout God Carry the cross don't get carried away Over character flaws mother f**as they don't care bout us Michael Jordan, Michael Jackson, Mike Tyson I punch ‘em out Mother f**a what happened here TIP, RAP k** it Mother f**a back how the f** you feelin' ah