Lyrics Pardon (feat. Lil Baby) - T.I. , Lil Baby

June, you're a genius
Hitmaka

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to takе a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road ragе
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it
Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy
We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated
Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me
I just be prayin' for these niggas, that they pray on me
They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see
I got the blessings of an Angel everyday on me

Okay, church, nigga used to ask me where I'm from
Tell 'em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf
Work, wonder what's up under my shirt
Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched
Nigga, T.I.P been solid, speak against his name in the hood
And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin'
But moments in the past just made me who I am
That's why I don't run from it

Keep it one hunnid
Anyone who don't like it, then fuck 'em
Get a little money then double level
Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope
To Puff Daddy standin' with me in Chinchilla

Road run, Rubberband Man
Made a 100 mil' off of 50 grand man
Well, goddamn
My suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitch
Put your heart in this shit, you're bound to get rich, no cap

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin

I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview
I got people askin' me, "What the fuck done got into you?"
I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due
Hard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn't no handouts

Corner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man house
We ain't never have nothin', stay pullin' bands out
I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out
Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won't

How you make the gun go on safety? It don't
You that young turnt nigga, Baby, for shit, sure
Never in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, bro
Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat

Heard a nigga say he want smoke
Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' more
I ain't really up for no arguin'
Nigga said he gon' do what? Bitch, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody say I wasn't poppin'
Well, they been misinformed, I got a 100K in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin

Shut up, sucka nigga, get up
Crazy in your head thinkin' you can get us hit up
Foreign, automotives all in my lawn
Yawn, did this shit so long it's gettin' borin'
Trap to the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle
Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap-music right now
But you know we ain't with the hype, a million on the mic
Get to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain't what we like

I'm a king, done my thing from the green to the white
When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics
Say I ain't the shit, that nigga must be dippin' acid
Fuck what all 'em other niggas doin', all I know is keep goin'
Start gettin' money, I enjoyed it
Started sellin' crack for employment
Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent
Get the suckas out the way and get rich

Blockin' my path
Boy, the .40 Kal start barkin' like my nigga DMX in this bitch
I'm a vet' at this shit
And all I ever been was authentic
20 years I been handlin' my business
Get in my bag, stackin' my pennies
Buyin' everything on the west side of the city
'Cause that's where all the niggas don't play about T.I.P
So what I care 'bout what you got to say to T.I.P?
Nigga, beg your pardon