T.I. ‘Dime Trap’ Album: 20 of the Best Lyrics

"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.