T.I. – 1/2 Ticket Lyrics

[Intro: London Jae]
Hitmaka
June, you’re a genius
Yeah

[Chorus: London Jae]
Tryna fuck with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi’s on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I’m drippin’ and they can’t (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, bitch, I’m on the way, yeah
Anything left, make ’em wait, yeah
Tryna fuck with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi’s on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I’m drippin’ and they can’t (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, bitch, I’m on the way, yeah
Anything left, make ’em wait, yeah (King, preach)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Yeah, yeah
You know what it is here, boy
N**** disrepect, treat him like a real lil’ boy
You tied my hand, I was left with no choice
Took me to a dark place that the steel enjoy
Okay, shoutout to my n****, kept it real in the war
Been through so much shit that you don’t feel anymore
Numb to it, thumb through it
Trouble, I’ma run to it
Shootouts every week, that shit was just fun to it
In my childhood, knew I was an entrepreneur
Took a hundred dollar bill, turned one into four
I learned, wanna win big, gotta take big risks
Number thirteen sayin’ “I’ma run this shit,” uh
Started with a dream and a trap van, lookin’ [?] brung this shit
Twenty years later, must say, I’m the coolest motherfucker ever done this shit
Goddamn
[Chorus: London Jae]
Tryna fuck with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi’s on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I’m drippin’ and they can’t (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, bitch, I’m on the way, yeah
Anything left, make ’em wait, yeah
Tryna fuck with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi’s on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I’m drippin’ and they can’t (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, bitch, I’m on the way, yeah
Anything left, make ’em wait, yeah

[Verse 2: Conway the Machine]
Fuck n****, how could you hate?
These n****s be talkin’, they watches is fake, look
Rocket, I got on my waist
It’s real in these streets, you ain’t got what it takes, yeah
I get a bag every week, by the end of the month, n****, watch what I make, uh
Watch what you say to me, last n**** got outta pocket got rocked in the face
Yeah, I got my bands all in order
Five hundred P’s, I can handle the order, uh
I worked apparently smarter, this piece I got on sixty carats in water
I put some ice on my bitch and that Rollie was like thirty bands that I bought her
Jammed up my bro, got my man on recorder
While he in the feds, I take care of his daughter
Machine
[Chorus: London Jae & T.I.]
Tryna fuck with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi’s on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I’m drippin’ and they can’t (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, bitch, I’m on the way, yeah
Anything left, make ’em wait, yeah
Tryna fuck with real n****s
Commas in the safe, gotta do what it take, yeah (Yeah)
Forgi’s on the Wraith, Balenciaga with the Bape
Yeah, I’m drippin’ and they can’t (Yeah)
House up on the lake, fingerprint for the gate, Richard Millie in the safe, yeah
Half a ticket, bitch, I’m on the way, yeah
Anything left, make ’em wait, yeah (King, bitch)

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Ayy, ayy, who you say would do it like this?
Bankhead, put it on the hood like this, uh
Dropped outta school in ’96 then hopped off in the game and matured like this, uh
Teacher said I wouldn’t be shit
[?] to him that he wouldn’t be TIP
You crossed that line, why wouldn’t we trip?
Hollywood U-turn, n****, when will you learn?
Payin’ all the prices, ain’t no n**** like this
Standin’ in the fire, middle finger to the crisis
Believe the scales is offset, lil’ n****
You better get me, that a long bet, lil’ n****
From shootouts on Westside to convos with insiders
Confront the one who make leaders and misguide us
Bitchslap the piss out ’em, won’t take more shit out ’em
Hear me when I say, fuck about your feelings
Goddamn