T.I. - That's All She Wrote Lyrics
Now I don't really care what you call meJust as long as you don't call me broI bet they knew as soon as they saw meGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wroteStreets like cold ChicagoAin't nothing new, I seen it all beforeBut still I ball like no tomorrowGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteI said it's over with, that's all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wrote, all she wroteGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wroteIt's stupid how I go in knowin' everybody knowin' that I'mSewing up the game, destroying life, they hate me for itEventually, see they can't beat then with me they joinOthers sworn, under oath or banished, left completely scornedYou tell lies, get caught, nigga kick rocksYou never did blend in with the big shotsOn the fast track, ain't no need for no pit stopsI just laugh at, nigga wishin' they were this hotGuess they mad at me huh, really pissed offBetter that than pissed on, I'm the Jetsons, you the FlintstonesCatch me in the end zone, high stepping, prime timeThought you niggas been on, ain't no blocking my shineLike my new Air Yeezy's, you can see me in the night timeI get rich off livin' life, check to check, reciting rhymesSo call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice timeWhile I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in this right mindNow I don't really care what you call meJust as long as you don't call me broI bet they knew as soon as they saw meGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wroteStreets like cold ChicagoAin't nothing new, I seen it all beforeBut still I ball like no tomorrowGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wroteYou starin' straight into a barrel of hate, terrible fateNot even a slim chance to make a narrow escapeCupid shot his arrow and missed, wait, Sarah, you're lateYour train left, mascara and egg smeared on your faceNight's over, goodbye ho, I thought that I told youThat spilled nut ain't nothin' to cry overNever shoulda came within range of my Rover shoulda known I was troubleSoon as I rolled up, any chick who's dumb enough that there I blindfold upShe still come back to the crib, must want me to mess with her mind, hold upShe mistook me for some high-roller when I won't buy a sodaUnless it's rock and rye cola, Satan's cheaperBuy you a bag of Fritos? I wouldn't let you eat the *****in' chip on my shoulderIf you was bleach and I was hair I wouldn't dye for youTryin' to pull five bucks from me is like tryin' to pull five molarsYou get your eye swoll' up, I'm on my straight grizzlySo why would I buy you a gay-ass teddy bear, *****, you're already bipolarNow I don't really care what you call meYou can even call me coldThese preachers knew as soon as they saw meIt's never me they'll get the privilege to knowI roll like a desperadoAnd I don't ever know where I'm gonna goStill, I ball like there's no tomorrowUntil it's over and it's all she wroteThe credit roller, curtain closer, movie over withBut don't get mad at me, go blame the chick who wrote this shitYeah, life is sure a ***** but she know I'm richThat why she give me what I want and I just throw her dickHere I go again, I kick this shit, give a damn, got it pouring inPeso, euro, yeah, ah-ha, I'm paid, never gonna be broke againSee me posted in anything, wearing any chainNever gon' see me totin' anything, all you gon' see is bangIt's so nice where I kick it, hate you never get to visitYeah, I'm on another level , but you niggas still can get itIt's over 'fore you finish, sorry bro, this road we end itWon't give you the satisfaction of me giving you the businessYeah, I guess, life is a *****, ain't it, TIP?And this one thinks they the shitShirt off my back? I wouldn't give youThe dirt off my handkerchiefI'm giving these ho's a dose of they own medicineLet 'em get a good taste of itI'm sure you got that relationship memo by nowBut in case you didn'tThis dick is so fat, gonna stick your nose to forehead and staple itLife is too short and I got no time to sit around just wasting itSo I pace this shit a little bit quicker that clock I'm racing it, doubling time itBut I still spit triple the amount of insults in a tenth of the timeIt may take you pricks to catch on while you strong arm like Stretch ArmstrongMan, I still say K-Marts like there's an apostrophe 'S' on the doorAnd they say McDonalds isn't a restaurant, well I guess I'm wrongBut if you're gon' tell me that the A&W ain't the spot for the best hot dogs, you can get the 'F' on dawgAnd on my throne I remain all alone in my laneI'm as strong as they came, they were gone fo' they cameI don't wanna hang, I slapped hands with the rap godsThey just wanna sabotage my hustle, shawty, that's whyNow I don't really care what you call meYou can even call me coldI bet they knew as soon as they saw meGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wroteI roll like a desperadoAnd I don't ever know where I'm gonna goBut still I ball like there's no tomorrowGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteI said it's over with, that's all she wroteAll she wrote, all she wroteGoodnight, it's over with, that's all she wrote
