I Can't Quit - T.I.

Huh, Hell naww, I can’t quit

Hell naww, man, we got too much money to be getting shot up

Stay down, Grand Hustle

Ugh

Look, I’m this far from being a star and just that close to quitting

I never should’ve came close to missing

But I want to be a musician, pimpin', not a politician

Listen, feel my position, it’s a rough transition

Plus, I’m way too deep in the game to be trying to change

For fortune and fame and glamour, I could be in the slammer

Or six feet up under Atlanta—it's a blessing to breathe

I walk the streets with seven felonies, I’m blessed to be free

Long as somebody up in Heaven who keep blessing a G

T.I.P.'ll still be blessing CDs, so, haters, you can see these

'Cause I’m back now with something to prove

Everything to gain, pimpin', nothing to lose

I ought to start smacking niggas when it’s nothing to do

They too big?

Shoot them in the leg and even the odds

('Cause you ain’t hard) 'less you ran with Cap and C-Rod

Trapped with K.T.

and robbed with J.R.

Fucked hoes with D.P., broke bread with J.G.

Switched labels like K.P.

(Who the fuck did all that, pimp?) Me

Even though I’d rather go back to slanging drugs and shit

It’s a gang of niggas and bitches really love this shit

I can’t quit

Even though polices hate I’m legit

And rappers hate it cause they know I’m the shit

Hell naww, I can’t quit

Some niggas hating on the money I’m getting

Most of them hate it 'cause I’m fucking they bitches

Nah, pimpin', I can’t quit

Some niggas hating on the rocks and the rings

Some of them hate 'cause they don’t think I’m the King

Hell naww, I can’t quit

People hate it when you better than them

They ain’t hating?

Start worrying, then

Ayy, I’m winning, I can’t quit

It’s been… ten years, an album, and two deals

For real, we all know I should have sold two mil', at least

It’s all good, though, I flow for the streets

I do it for y’all, every weekend—you see who in the mall

Who’s still in the trap signing your shirts, giving you dap

Kicking it with you, then, get you and your folk in the club

Posing for pictures with girls, give them kisses and hugs

Pouring out liquor at shows, passing niggas the dro

One of the realest rappers niggas’ll know

But niggas be hating to the point where they be calling the station («Don't play his record»)

But they respect it 'cause I’m ready and focused

And I see they petty and bogus—I want you to know this

But most of you notice: Niggas in the game ain’t real

Got to stay selling records 'cause the fame ain’t shit

And fuck the units that they name’ll sell

It’ll break your heart to see your favorite rappers lame as hell

(Fuck them niggas! I’m the true and living!)

I can’t quit

Even though polices hate I’m legit

And rappers hate it 'cause they know I’m the shit

Hell naww, I can’t quit

Some niggas hating on the money I’m getting

Most of them hate it 'cause I’m fucking they bitches

Nah, pimpin', I can’t quit

Some niggas hating on the rocks and the rings

Some of them hate 'cause they don’t think I’m the King

Hell naww, I can’t quit

People hate it when you better than them

They ain’t hating?

Start worrying, then

Ayy, I’m winning, I can’t quit

Ayy, you can please some of the people some of the time

With some of your rhymes;

but they might not like one of them lines

(I tell you what) I’ll let you criticize me one at a time

Those of you who think I’m too cocky, get in front of the line

Whether you don’t like my ego or my arrogant flow

Don’t like that when you say I’m tight, I say, «I already know»

Don’t like how I was talking shit before my album could blow (Oh)

Like I need to calm it down, be more like the average Joe?

So, fuck you, them thoughts, and that lil' house you think I’m in

Get a Benz—I'll value your opinion then

Think I give a fuck how many times my record spins?

Fuck what you recommend, I’m back again!

Look, pimpin', I can’t quit

Even though polices hate I’m legit

And rappers hate it 'cause they know I’m the shit

Hell naww, I can’t quit

Some niggas hating on the money I’m getting

Most of them hate it 'cause I’m fucking they bitches

Nah, pimpin', I can’t quit

Some niggas hating on the rocks and the rings

Some of them hate 'cause they don’t think I’m the King

Hell naww, I can’t quit

People hate it when you better than them

They ain’t hating?

Start worrying, then

Ayy, I’m winning, I can’t quit