Strike a match catch a fire see T.I add gas
What’s a molotov cocktail that never break a glass?
Scary ass nigga wanna come for me you better bring it
I ain’t mad I forgive em, God I know they ain’t mean it
Yeah I seen it all before, hater pop it and they ain’t
Rack they brain try to think how to stop it and they can’t
Ain’t that lame but then the hatred manifest to pure malice
Won’t be satisfied till somebody dies and I’m patient
Waitin’ on me and the reaper on a first name basis now
I’m a let you make it now, stay totally out the way for you
But know that we can take it any place we could take it to
Hatin’ on your blood cause guess it’s too late for you
All I could do is pray for you or organize a wake for you
Your choice, clearly I ain’t hearing your voice
Keep it up and I’m gon’ send your ass to jail without joy
Hey, you can have the bottom partner I’m a bring the sky box
I got shit locked down nigga why stop now
I’m so above you hover over suckers, why drop down?
I’m so profound it goes down and…
T.I. had been off the streets for almost a year. Everybody had their chance to come out with something hard before he got out. It seems like the rap game got worse when Tip left. Before you knew it Tip was home and he came out the gate HARD! ‘I’m Back’ was just his first release. Have you heard his mix tape, ‘F*%k a Mixtape’? It is FIRE! This man has jumped back on the scene and took the game over as if he never left. I feel sorry for all y’all lame rappers cuz it’s a wrap.