Act II: T.I.

Umm, uh what the fuck, what time is it?

I swear I parked my car, shit

Aye, light hit my face sun brought the heat

Open my eyes, see my car parked across the street

And then it hit, I ain't really slept that long in a week

Matter fact I don't even remember falling asleep

Atlantic office claimin' J just keep calling the heat

Is it an emergency or something you need to talk to me?

J said, "I thought you needed to talk to me

If it's a change made aware I think I outta be

You making ultimatums now you don't talk to me

You make shit way worse then it outta be"

I ain't arguin' on the phone, come talk to me

I'll be waitin' on you, dawg at the office, peace

Now I'm thinkin' hard as I walk to my house

The fuck have I done now, what could he be talkin' 'bout?

I been stayin' outta trouble, shit I bin on the couch

You were workin' on the album, I was listenin' now

Then Doug called, "Ay you spoke to J?"

Yeah, is it something I don't know that I was supposed to say?

All I know before the hour I awoke today

Nigga commin' wit' the realist and he chose today

I'm real close to J, I seen ups and downs hit

But I ain't never heard him sound the way that he sounded

Really caught a nigga by surprise, I was astounded

He a real cool dude but why he call me clownin'?

You say'n you don't know bout it? Know bout what?

Atlantic records said you called the office and went nuts

Makin' death threats, talkin' loud, gettin' buck

Man, they said I did what? Folks I'm just gettin' up

Say you waitin' out your deal till you hear it's up

Planin' to make away with 20 million bucks

You bullshitin' me, right? Is you serious brugh?

Yeah, they said you found out the rapper T.I.P wit' us

I talked to Craig, Jewels and Kais a long time

Long story short they said you don lost ya damn mind

And I runnin' off deep and across ya damn mind

You crossed the thin line, I'm hearin' 'em tell Atlantic

It's so much shit about cha, they don't give a shit about cha

Say'n you ain't doin' nothing they couldn't have done without cha

You ain't never been hotta, worked a whole lotta years

And came up to go way back to the bottom, what?

Man, what the hell is y'all talkin' 'bout?

I been in the house all night

I don't know nothing 'bout that shit, man

I got the album right here, man, send this to 'em