T.I. - Flying With Angels Lyrics
(Intro)There's no lie, man I'm so highGotta live life, cus the day you dieNo flashing lights, this life has a priceAnd I'm feelin, I'm feelin(Verse)And man who can say one say IWon't run the streets, I wouldn't get highNot today and this a matter what the ***** shit manNigga tryin me out with the hot shit manIf you tryna get down, make a deal with the makerWe'll show you firsthand how we deal with a haterKillers out there'll have to live with it laterShoot him in the head and deal with it laterMan he's made up, fit to themGuess I'm only waitin only I'mma get to themHatin ass nigga don't mention themBut please don't mention what we did to themNigga you know how we do and we do allStep through, I put the fire, it'll be more tallAnd like your life on the line whenever we talkIf you say the wrong thing it could be yo lossI'mma do a kick play in a major wayNigga that's realSmoke and think about how I'mma get paid todayWon't stop, can't rest til I'm major paidIf I die today then I die smilingNigga, no lieBecause I live every day of my life like a night lifeK so we good about it(Hook)I can feel on the tip of my fingersThere's no lie, man I'm so highI feel like I've been sleepin with angelsGotta live life, cus the day you dieEvery day the true become famousNo flashing lights, this life has a priceAnd I can feel on the tip of my fingersAnd I feel it, I feel it(Verse)Now I ain't sayin that I'm famous but the streets feel like I made itCome to Alabama, where they treat me like I'm savinBet my mama still on that same blockRidin round in that same carGetting harassed by the same copsFeeling like I'm bout the rain dropsI mean haven't got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks inAnd I got a couple rich friends who feelin like I'm switching friendsBoy a nigga say anythingNiggas say a nigga changedFeel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the sameCome on feel my pain, going through so muchAnd while it's “***** the fameâ€, shit, where's the love?I can't leave these streets – I can't lose my plugIf rap don't work for me, I'm back to sellin' drugs.Havin hopes, cashin dubsSame will say, match it upCus shit, I'm through to go back to that shitAnd while I'm getting tied to my niggas' richesMoney make it for better *****I'm so close I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly(Hook)I can feel on the tip of my fingersThere's no lie, man I'm so highI feel like I've been sleepin with angelsGotta live life, cus the day you dieEvery day the true become famousNo flashing lights, this life has a priceAnd I can feel on the tip of my fingersAnd I feel it, I feel it
