T.I. feat. Lil Baby – Pardon Lyrics | Official Video

Lyrics Pardon – T.I. feat. Lil Baby

Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young n**gas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a n**ga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, n**ga, beg your pardon..②

Well, if I may speak freely, we gon’ get a bag if we need it
Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy
We was never playin’ in the game, if we was
Before we lost, we cheated

Hold up, they ain’t made a game you can play on me
I just be prayin’ for these n**gas, that they pray on me
They got another thing comin’, homie, they gon’ see
I got the blessings of an angel everyday on me
Okay, church, n**ga used to ask me where I’m from
Tell ’em Bankhead, n**ga, but the earth my turf
Work, wonder what’s up under my shirt
Wonder why I ain’t gettin’ searched

N**ga, Tip been solid, speak against his name in the hood
And you will get slapped out ’bout it, had straps out wildin’
But moments in the past just made me who I am
That’s why I don’t run from it
Keep it one hunnid’, anyone who don’t like it, then f**k ’em
Get a little money then double level
Came a way from sellin’ weed in the envelope
To Puff Daddy standin’ with in Chinchilla

Road run, Rubberband Man
Made a hundred mil’ off of fifty grand
Well, Goddamn
My suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this b**ch
Put your heart in this s**t, you’re bound to get rich, no cap

Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young n**gas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a n**ga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, n**ga, beg your pardon..②

I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview
I got people askin’ me What the f**k done got into you
I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due
Hard to go and get, no trippin’, it wasn’t no handouts
Corner store got hot, we start sellin’ ’em out my man house
We ain’t never have nothin’, stay pullin’ bands out
I been runnin’ it up and I heard he ran out
Know these p**sy n**gas wishin’ s**t would fan out, it won’t

How you make the gun go on safety, it don’t
You that young turnt n**ga, baby, for s**t, sure
Never in my feelings ’bout a broad, she can hit, bro
Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat
Heard a n**ga say he want smoke
Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil’ more
I ain’t really up for no arguin’
N**ga said he gon’ do what b**ch, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young n**gas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a n**ga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, n**ga, beg your pardon..②

Shut up, sucka n**ga, get up
Crazy in your head thinkin’ you can get us hit up
Foreign, automotive all in my lawn
Yawn, did this so long it’s gettin’ borin’
Trapped into the culture, made a motherf**kin’ lifestyle
Shoutout to my n**gas doin’ trap-music right now
You know we ain’t with the hype, a million on the mic
Get to switchin’ out a queen, just ’cause she ain’t what we like
I’m a king, done my thing from the green to the white

When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics
Say I ain’t the s**t, that n**ga must be dippin’ acid
F**k what all them other n**gas doin’, all I know is keep goin’
Start gettin’ money, I enjoyed it, started sellin’ crack for employment
Make it out of Georgia, that was a n**ga only intent
Get the suckas out the way and get rich
Blockin’ my path, boy, the .40 Kal start barkin’ like my n**ga DMX in this b**ch
I’m a vet at this s**t and all I ever been was authentic
Twenty years I been handlin’ my business
Get in my bag, staсkin’ my pennies
Buyin’ everything on the west side of the city
‘Cause that’s where all the n**gas don’t play about Tip
So, what I care ’bout what you got to say to Tip
N**ga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young n**gas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a n**ga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, n**ga, beg your pardon..②…

➤ Produced by T.I. & Lil Baby
Album: The L.I.B.R.A. – Legend Is Back Running Atlanta
T.I. | Lil Baby | 2020

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