Looking Back - T.I.

Who the fuck is that?

Yeah, bitch, it’s me, it’s me

So humble, I’m so humble

Ay, tell me what you gon' see looking back at yo' life

Won’t be worth a damn, if you ain’t living it right

All we know is stripes, learned to die for respect

You make a lot of money, they admirin' that

We gettin' bags here, playa, it just is what is is

Fall, flay, do or die, kill or be killed

Remember, walking Bankhead, was a terrible thought

Intensions ain’t work, tryna come up now

I’m praying God blessed me and this life I chose

Cause the new Benz dropped, can’t be ridin' the old ones

In 12 hours, I done raised hell and shit

Middle of the crack era, tryna sell and shit

In Vegas, fightin' police, me and Jeezy and 'em

Hit the strip, Fat Burger, did my thing again

All I do is kick back, blow gas and smile

Reminiscing 'bout when I was young and wild

You’re still feeling the effects of the shit we did

Before us, drug dealers didn’t get this big

Where I’m from, it ain’t glamorous

Quite the different outcome

You have a run, get indicted, then forget about him

So much greatness but not so many make it, wonder how come

It’s been that way since Huey Newton, Martin, Malcolm

I got a grind and a hustle, I ain’t hearing it

Plus a 1 of 1 drip that my daddy had

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life

Looking back at yo' life

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life

Looking back at yo' life

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life

Looking back at yo' life

On the front line facing off with the L.A.P.D

Only nigga ain’t a gang member is me

I’m certified through and through, ain’t nothin' flawed 'bout that

The nigga was talkin shit in Houston, went assault 'bout that

And since they caught be slipping, lost my homeboy 'bout that

Some bystander died after but never quite got back

I heard they called him back, I’m thinking, 'We could pay the bond, I bet'

And then one, ' Am I a maniac for thinking of that?

'

Listen, yeah, my freedom on the line, I’ma square up and cap

But nigga lying, talking 'bout I told, he really chilling with a rat though

We through Paperwork party, show mine on a yard

And gym park;

coached ball, taught a class and all

With the only one from Georgia gettin' regular visits

Filled up a couple busses so my people could kick it

Really did that, how the fuck you live with yourself?

Knowing the only thing you ever did, you did it for self

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life

Looking back at yo' life

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life

Looking back at yo' life

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life

Looking back at yo' life

Everything I say, is the truth.

And that’s a lie.

And that’s the motha fuckin'

truth