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The L.I.B.R.A. Introduction (feat. Ms. Pat)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
T.I.
T.I.
Vocals
Patricia Williams
Patricia Williams
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Clifford J. Harris, Jr.
Clifford J. Harris, Jr.
Songwriter
Jaswinder Singh
Jaswinder Singh
Songwriter
Ryan Golden
Ryan Golden
Songwriter
Patricia Williams
Patricia Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jazzfeezy
Jazzfeezy
Producer
Halfademic
Halfademic
Producer

Lyrics

The L.I.B.R.A I'm Ms. Pat from fancy street bottom Do you know how hard it is to have the odds Stacked against you and flip the scale in your favor? I flip bricks and bitch niggas for what I got Fuck that shit, I learned how to cook cocaine Before I learned how to boil an egg, nigga I used to can cook cocaine cake like a birthday cake Put a little baking soda then we stepped on it With a comeback, boy you really came the fuck up That's how I got my first set of Jordan's Fuck y'all laughin' at? Bein' a legend is not about runnin' the streets It's about runnin' your business (Yeah) Raisin' kids or lacin' wigs, a hustler never die, baby Okay, two six figures, solitaire, don't play with me Half a million on my nеcklace, spent it blatantly Even in this pandеmic, nigga, goddamn it I'm like, "Well, F it, I'ma get one, why would I not wear it?" Now stop starin', in Bel Air with a hot pair She suck it 'til it hard, then she squat there Ain't gotta do shit, nigga, fuck how you feel, I do not care I been a mastermind since you was in a highchair I was a millionaire before you had an idea I keep my head on the swivel, peep the side mirror The penthouse, top floor, I reside there, mhmm Everybody get it, that is my prayer But I know everyone can't make it and it not fair It lonely at the top, but you can't beat this view, I swear Ain't no comparison to thotty, just embarrassin' Worth a hunnid fifty now, I'm gon' quadruple that Look at, we control the culture, got the proof for that (Uh huh) Activatin' movements, I'm the truth at that Know how to multiply my assets, ain't no stupid cat Every day I'm wakin' up and doin' deals Buyin' when it low, when it get high, I sell If I go crazy, sorry, that just how I am Think I got post-traumatic stress for years of gettin' active Paranoid, think everybody gunnin' at me I could be slightly schizophrenic but don't nobody panic If you ain't come up how I did, you wouldn't understand it, huh Assaultin' the police, I caught a case in Tampa I bonded out and did the show, act like it never happened When I look back on all that shit, I ain't got no regret Just all the lesson, wouldn't believe we really did that shit If I ain't live it, they true to you, you can make a killing Okay, let's abandon it in the bullshit, ain't no fuckin feelings, uh huh Spent a hundred thousand at my fucking dentist, look Own a building, stop us at my fucking tenant, yeah Blow Viola Cannabis, on some Atlanta shit, yeah You hot, I'm a candlestick, put you on channel six, yeah You can't challenge this, rose above the challenges Tightrope walkin' twenty years, I ain't lost my balance yet, yeah King, bitch Twenty years and you still rockin', nigga, ain't nothin' get old I don't even see grey hairs on you What you usin', Just for Men, haha? Nigga, you my favorite motherfuckin' rapper Now I wanted to suck Ice Cube's titty, but I always liked you You ain't sexy to me, that nigga Ice Cube is sexy But you my favorite motherfuckin' rapper, TIP You the baddest motherfucker in Atlanta, I can tell you that
Writer(s): Clifford Joseph Harris, Jaswinder Singh, Ryan Golden, Bmg Rights Management Canada, Jazzfeezy Pub, Sony Atv Harmony Canada, Unknown Pub Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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