Seasons (feat. Sam Hook)

All my life all I wanted to do was be great If the stakes are everything, you'll tell yourself anything you need to hear to survive Everything I say is the truth and that's a lie And that's the motherfucking truth Verse 1: T.I. Hmm, remember all I ever wanted was a gold chain and a ride worth 400 plus Revenge paid to anybody who dishonor us I'm sensei to them young niggas under us Been a made man, look what I done made, man is you kiddin' When trap nigga needed a way, who did it Every song I gave you had some truth in it Givin' you the pudding, look at it, the proof in it Went from servin' junkies in hoopties to new Bentley These suckas just be jumpin' through hoops and they too friendly That's why I don't politic they said They all cool it just that I don't fuck wit' nigga much The chain numbers ain't no need for us to keep in touch We want fame and we'll be tryna hit them niggas up I'm stand off, I swear I walk in rooms, be listenin' to y'all talkin' See that you ain't talkin' 'bout shit and I start walkin' Hey, cause I ain't here to waste time Don't wanna put energy in no lame nigga I don't want no lame nigga takin' mine 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 it's all that I know about A made me, a D and D, that's while I raise kid I got married and fucked it up, that what fame did Marriage counselor tell me focus on what the pain did To 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 Chorus: Sam Hook Hope they wasn't lyin' when they said it all comes back around, baby Stuck up here, tryin' to let you go but it's such a long way down But if it's still a Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, well I'm still breathin' If there's something I can say before you finish leavin' And if everything still happens for a reason, maybe you come back around just like the seasons Like the seasons Verse 2: T.I. I'm so extreme, never been a man of moderation See, subtlety just ain't my cup of tea Don't want my grass green, I want the lobby decorated And last thing I need somebody sayin' I never make it Don't give a damn, you can catch me with whoever naked Still some forms of disrespect, I ain't gon' never take it Even with my vocabulary, can't explain it I'm sorry what you thought I was, I just ain't there 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 Latino 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 I been practicin' my reaction to niggas come with stupid shit Fuck out my face, man, the conversation over with I'm done talkin' How was that-was that good, for real Chorus: Sam Hook Hope they wasn't lyin' when they said it all comes back around, baby Stuck up here and tryin' to let you go but it's such a long way down But if it's still a Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, well I'm still breathin' If there's something I can say before you finish leavin' And if everything still happens for a reason, maybe you come back around just like the seasons Like the seasons Outro: Dave Chappelle & T.I. I'm not promisin' to be perfect but I'll try my best to be great This ain't no game, this a mother fuckin' trap This ain't no game, this a mother fuckin' trap