T.I. ‘Dime Trap’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics
With more than 15 years at the forefront of rap, T.I. is considered a made man in hip-hop circles. Enduring everything from rap beefs to prison stints, the Grand Hustle mastermind has had an illustrious career. But to become legendary, certain milestones must be reached. T.I.'s latest comes in the form of his new album, Dime Trap.
His first studio release since 2014's Paperwork, Dime Trap proves to be more than worth the wait, as T.I. delivers an album that may go down as one of his most personal—if not one of his best. Although T.I. is more than capable of holding down an LP on his own merit, he calls in a few of his peers to join him, including Yo Gotti, Teyana Taylor, Jeezy, Meek Mill, Young Thug, YFN Lucci, Anderson .Paak, Victoria Monét, Watch the Duck, Sam Hook and London Jae. Dime Trap also features production from Swizz Beatz, Scott Storch, DJ Toomp, Dr. Dre and other elite boardsmen, making the album a high-powered affair.
“It’s just important to point out just all the incredible attention to detail that was paid on this project, from artwork to visuals to photo shoots to everything," T.I. told Zane Lowe of Dime Trap during a stop at Apple Music's Beats 1 Radio. "I just hope that everybody else can appreciate it the way that we do.”
With T.I.'s latest release fresh out, XXL delved into Dime Trap to pick out 20 of the best lyrics on the album.
"But you wanna ball, I could show you how/You like a broad? I could teach you how to turn her out/Show you how to buy 'em low and sell 'em high/But don't assume that that's all that I know about/I made me, a D and D, that's while I raise kids/I got married and fucked it up, that what fame did/Marriage counselor tell me focus on what the pain did/Too busy focusin', tryna do what Jay and Dame did/I'm on a path; I got a purpose, to reach a destination/And either you helpin' me get to it or you in the way" —T.I.
"Get it why you say I ain't shit, big will keep rollin' though/Holdin' up the block, doin' such and such with so and so/Que sera, sera/Cure it with a hundred million party like it's Marti Gras/Got some bad Latinas wit' me, they some laddi daddi das/See, you said they be hatin', I say send 'em my regards/Bury it under T and A, I call that R&R/Tryna get some stripes on me, that's how you start a war" —T.I.
"Swear to God, I could've been Freddie Gray/Or Mike Brown getting shot down/With a pistol on me and a half a brick/And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra Bland/Listen, boy, your challenge with the runnin' man/I will challenge with a gun in hand/What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man/Grand Hustle over errythang/Molly, Becky and the Mary Jane/It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane" —T.I.
"No introduction really necessary/Get the message like a secretary/Boy, I'm legendary/When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the cemetery/Trap music originator/Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my haters/They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader" —T.I.
"Still hustlin' at 5 in the mornin'/These retro Jordan's ain't never walked a mile/And I'm knowin' no matter what they said, heavy the head/Who said shit would be simple?/To get rich and stay out the trunks of Lincoln Continental/Remember back to get by applyin' fundamental/In these streets you either eat or become dinner/Ain't shit to win when you already got it all/But go from havin' no options to buyin' mansions, Versace and shit" —T.I.
"I'm a dope boy legend/Street I'm reppin/Not a stone in a watch, no charm on the necklace/They say I'm reckless, yeah, I might be/Don't give a fuck about no nigga who don't like me/Now, if I go to jail today, that bitch gon' write me? No/She gon' fuck me? No, if a nigga go broke/I bet a Wraith on the Super Bowl/In the kitchen, super cold/Six ounce, four pints, that's a super stove" —Yo Gotti
"That Bentley truck'll get your dick sucked/I know you want that, but first you gotta run your chips up, ooh/I let lil' mama slurp on dick until her hiccup/Told her, 'Keep that Rollie on' until her fuckin' wrist cut/Ayy, okie pokie, whoa/I think my gators got a scoliosis, whoa/Made it out the hood, ain't win no trophy, but I got gold/The obstacle is get this money up and, and go" —Young Thug
"It's a-amazing all the shit I done/Such examples I've been setting for my son/All she did was stay down and have my kid/All the time just to realize I ain't shit/Such audacity that I must have/To get in men company and slap on ass/Damn, if I must say in my defense/I think should get credit for the asses I resist" —T.I.
"See, you should never take advice from a person when they ain't gon' be affected by the outcome/And when you're looking at the life of a person, when you get a 100 million when you like such a person/If it was Sodom and Gomorrah would you look back/If it was just me, you, the kids and the book bag/Especially if I told ya ass not to look back/Tomorrow brighter than the past, hate to see you turn to ash" —T.I.
"A hundred Gs would get you 30 even/You always eatin' take out/Told your ass to get a couple drinks, ohh, you order champagne now/Grand Marnier, now/Oh, you shopping everyday, now/Closet looking like a Louis V playground/Walking out the front door in the goddamn shoes I pay for, damn, and I'm the one to blame now/Banana peel the whole bank account, I'm living with a ape now" —Anderson .Paak
"He got a dub, hope they give him some parole on it/Everything glitter ain't got gold on it/Okay, now, everybody know that we don't play around/That boy be pillow talking, beware, what you say around him/And Vera Wang and McQueen, I got nice things/Started serving these suckers 'round 19/I don't give a damn 'bout what you think you might seen/Look, you better clean your eyes, get some Visine/What can I say that you have not seen/Been on a cannonball run and the bag going high-speed" —T.I.
"Lawyer doing deals on the golf course/You catch a charge, they can get it tossed for you/Throw it out, nevermind what the outcome is/You're missing game, how you listen with your mouth running/I done forever had to sell running/Went to New York and hollered Bankhead, they respect what I'm becoming/From I don't give a damn, give me my money/The country niggas over there, shawty, I'm a Southern" —T.I.
"She like Chanel, I'ma drape her in that/She want the D, I've been waitin' on that/I've been doing my thing, they've been hatin' on that/And I meant what I said, I ain't takin' it back/We get you chain, we ain't takin' it back/Reach for my chain, catch a facial for that/Only speak on my name when you statin' the facts, please/I know we ballin' too much/And all of these pretty hoes fallin' for us/I say, 'Ven aquí mami' and call her to us/If I give you my number, don't call me too much" —T.I.
"Don't stop me now, I'm just warmin' up/Niggas be actin', the fuck they performin' for/Leave 'em right there for the coroner/Man, my bitch look so bad, she a foreigner/Aston Martin, the attire is formal/How we kick it, ain't shit 'bout us normal/We Grand Hustle, an schemin' and chasin' our dream/Stackin' that paper, hearin' my raps, you see me, you see what I mean/Drippin' that flavor/Fuck niggas hatin', don't try me, I split that potato/Then go sit and eat with the mayor" —T.I.
"Frank Muller, put one, two to your medulla/Oblongata, there is none hotter/I'm so in love witcha girl, it's just somethin' 'bout her/I'm havin' fun with her, you better come get her/I fuck her face, bust one on her concealer/And make another girl lick it off, I'ma dumb nigga/Since a young nigga, I've been a made man/My bitches come with fat ass and a spray tan" —T.I.
"Dope boy, bitch I ain't got to say it again/It's the king and the don, you gotta play it again/Drop the top, lace your boots up, grab your scale/All you see are triples Es like you're weighin' a whale/See, I'm straight up out the gutter, it ain't hard to tell/Flex, made that yellow butter, it ain't hard to sell/30 rounds up on my hip, make it hard to walk/Call her from a private number, make it hard to stalk" —Jeezy
"Remember, walking Bankhead was a terrible thought/Intentions ain't work, tryna come up now/I'm prayin' 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/Reminiscin' 'bout when I was young and wild" —T.I.
"Listen, my freedom on the line, I'ma square up and cap/But nigga lyin', talkin' 'bout I told, he really chillin' with a rat though/We threw 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?/Knowin' the only thing you ever did, you did it for self" —T.I.
"Fuck the President and fuck politics/I’m just a family man, former dope boy/So you know I ain’t goin' for no bullshit, no/They stay cappin’ I make happen, shit/Muh'fucka think can't happen/They shit talkin', I’m face slappin'/No convo, I'm talkin' straight action like the old days/Met the 40 cal', spin 'em 'round like the O-Jays" - T.I.
"Here's a message little girls, little boy/You could be the dirtiest muh'fucker in the world but have morals/Don't nobody give you nothin' 'less you work for it/Ladies get an education, you ain't gotta twerk for it/You know the Lord send you a sign, don't ignore it/And that's whether you study from the Bible or Quran or the Torah/We original, indigenous, god among men/It's two things that's yours, your body and your sin" —T.I.