You (feat. Teyana Taylor)

Chorus: Teyana Taylor Tellin' me the things you that heard about Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things Somethin' feels off when I come around Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in' 'You,' everyone's a saint 'til the church lets out That goes for you too Everything ain't perfect but I do it for... Verse 1: T.I. Who is you to judge me Just cause i'm drunk and stumblin' out the club, me, her and her girlfriend Ain't nobody perfect but the Lord You always quick to point out all my flaws when I was leaving out yours 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 Gotta claim 'em, just like these so-called conservatives Fight against the rights of homosexuals then go home and play with lil' kid Shit, I promised all the shit that I'd ever did Was to move out and leave the hood and keep me from trappin' not up the river And my testimony my testament All the bullshit that I seen happen in life turned me into a pessimist I'm cynical, yeah I learned life is all about principle You so judgmental 'cause you miserable And my inner peace ain't expendable Chorus: Teyana Taylor Tellin' me the things you that heard about Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things Somethin' feels off when I come around Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in' 'You,' everyone's a saint 'til the church lets out That goes for you too Everything ain't perfect but I do it for... Verse 2: T.I. I never seen nobody end up in the right place Worried about the wrong thing So in tribulation, better do your own thang See, some of my partners trap and some of 'em gang bang Some of 'em snort powder, just barely maintain No fuckin' with the Cali, got to grease the fist Came home with a diploma, got a job makin' pennies Homie like me who ain't finished high school, dropped out and went to prison Still ended up runnin' multi-million dollar businesses Man, if I tell you shit I knew about You can tell the difference between me reflectin' and tryna glorify 'Cause most the time this shit be borderline outta line And you just wanna monetize, only focus on the bottom line When it deeper than that We here to analyze life and hope the people connect We not just out here sellin' reefer, find the cheaper connect Just waitin' on TIP to spit some shit a G could respect For real Chorus: Teyana Taylor Tellin' me the things you that heard about Nothin' good comes when you searchin' for the wrong things Somethin' feels off when I come around Askin' me questions like, 'what do I believe in' 'You,' everyone's a saint 'til the church lets out That goes for you too Everything ain't perfect but I do it for... Outro: T.I. Yeah, you see the shit they missin' today is the G-code You know, what we did, man, we did out of a lack of options, you know But we stuck to a code You win, you lose, but you abide by the code You dig what I'm sayin'