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°¡¼ö: T.I.

(Intro)
There¡¯s no lie, man I¡¯m so high
Gotta live life, cus the day you die
No flashing lights, this life has a price
And I¡¯m feelin, I¡¯m feelin

(Verse)
And man who can say one say I
Won¡¯t run the streets, I wouldn¡¯t get high
Not today and this a matter what the fuck shit man
Nigga tryin me out with the hot shit man
If you tryna get down, make a deal with the maker
We'll show you firsthand how we deal with a hater
Killers out there'll have to live with it later
Shoot him in the head and deal with it later
Man he¡¯s made up, fit to them
Guess I¡¯m only waitin only I¡¯mma get to them
Hatin ass nigga don¡¯t mention them
But please don¡¯t mention what we did to them
Nigga you know how we do and we do all
Step through, I put the fire, it¡¯ll be more tall
And like your life on the line whenever we talk
If you say the wrong thing it could be yo loss
I¡¯mma do a kick play in a major way
Nigga that¡¯s real
Smoke and think about how I¡¯mma get paid today
Won¡¯t stop, can¡¯t rest til I¡¯m major paid
If I die today then I die smiling
Nigga, no lie
Because I live every day of my life like a night life
K so we good about it

(Hook)
I can feel on the tip of my fingers
There¡¯s no lie, man I¡¯m so high
I feel like I¡¯ve been sleepin with angels
Gotta live life, cus the day you die
Every day the true become famous
No flashing lights, this life has a price
And I can feel on the tip of my fingers
And I feel it, I feel it

(Verse)
Now I ain¡¯t sayin that I¡¯m famous but the streets feel like I made it
Come to Alabama, where they treat me like I¡¯m savin
Bet my mama still on that same block
Ridin round in that same car
Getting harassed by the same cops
Feeling like I¡¯m bout the rain drops
I mean haven¡¯t got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks in
And I got a couple rich friends who feelin like I¡¯m switching friends
Boy a nigga say anything
Niggas say a nigga changed
Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I¡¯m still the same
Come on feel my pain, going through so much
And while it's “fuck the fame”, shit, where's the love?
I can't leave these streets – I can't lose my plug
If rap don't work for me, I'm back to sellin' drugs.
Havin hopes, cashin dubs
Same will say, match it up
Cus shit, I¡¯m through to go back to that shit
And while I¡¯m getting tied to my niggas¡¯ riches
Money make it for better bitch
I¡¯m so close I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly

(Hook)
I can feel on the tip of my fingers
There¡¯s no lie, man I¡¯m so high
I feel like I¡¯ve been sleepin with angels
Gotta live life, cus the day you die
Every day the true become famous
No flashing lights, this life has a price
And I can feel on the tip of my fingers
And I feel it, I feel it

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Flying With Angels
T.I.

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