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T.I. - No Mediocre

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Album: Paperwork
Released: 2014

No Mediocre Lyrics

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want No Mediocre hoe
Don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre hoe
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin' on them mediocre hoe
On them mediocre
You stunt on them mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

Right hand in the air
I solemnly swear
I never fuck a bitch if she don’t do her hair
No more, you won’t get no dick if there’s a bush down there
Girl I should see nothing but pussy when I look down there
You come fuck with a nigga what better to do
He call to ask how you doin tell him better than you, yeah
I’m kicked back with four pieces like a kit kat
Me fucking if you ain’t a dime, just forget that
Pretty face fat ass, if she don’t have
Have one of these, well I think I’ll pass
I just handed her the keys to a new drop Jag
When she took it I took it back
You shoulda asked for a Benz that’s mediocre bitch

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre hoe
Don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre hoe
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin' on them mediocre hoe
On them mediocre
You stunt on them mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

Heard he want to lay it down on Iggy Iggy
Gave it to him twice
Now he want a 3, Mike Bibby diva
But I need a bad boy
Rest in peace Whitney pardon me
But I don’t think none of these bitches fucking with me
Want a billboard bitch stop running in place
Heels on me saying gimme 6 inches of space
Courtside while designer frames cover my face
Now everybody in the game wanna get em a taste
I’m still Grand Hustle first lady fuck you pay me
Bet he won't go 12 rounds with the million dollar baby
I can change your life quick stop playing with me
And if you ain't talking money what you saying to me

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre hoe
Don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre hoe
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin' on them mediocre hoe
On them mediocre
You stunt on them mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

I'm in Brazil with a bi'
Catch me in a mansion in the hills with a bi'
Get her out dem tennis shoes
Throw some heels on a bi'
I’m the type of nigga split a mil with a bi'
Hold up, only if she bad though
Out here trying to find someone that better than my last go
Take her to my castle
Drown her in my cash flow
Say your dick so little she can fit it in her asshole
Told me she can write this shit
No further than a cab go
Said I got that don dick
She wanna be my tutor
So she give me brain getting head on the scooter
Had sex on the beach
From Bermuda up to Cuba
I done fucked a lot of dimes
But I’m looking for a cuter bitch
You the shit
What she say when she got to sit
When I ain't around
Give a damn who you do it with
Super thick pretty face
Ménage Á veinte
20 at the same time
Wanna get ya rent paid

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre hoe
Don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre no
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre hoe
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stuntin' on them mediocre hoe
On them mediocre
You stunt on them mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre yea

Writer/s: KELLY, AMETHYST AMELIA / HARRIS, CLIFFORD / MCFARLANE, DIJON / ADAM, MIKELY
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

No Mediocre

This track finds T.I. telling us his type of girl over DJ Mustard's electrified steel drum beat. "Bad bitches only, ain't no mediocre hoe," he spits on the hook.

Tip goes on to list his desirables, which includes for his lady to be well-groomed and manicured. "It's denouncing mediocrity, man; all things substandard or below average or even moderately average should be set aside, man, and I think it starts internally," he explained to MTV News. "You must first have confidence and security within yourself, it goes from the heart, to the mind and then it is conveyed through your actions and your presentation of yourself."

Iggy Azalea jumps in towards the middle of the song with a boastful verse on which she declares herself to be "Grand Hustle's First Lady." T.I. signed the Australian rapper to Grand Hustle Records in March 2012 and though she later left the label she has continued to work with Tip collaborating with him on her "Change Your Life" single.

The Director X-helmed video features T.I. and Iggy Azalea enjoying the scenery in Rio De Janeiro, together with several Brazilian beauties.

T.I. said in a video track-by-track: "I just chose women as a topic because women are my favorite things to observe. And if I like to observe something, I would like to motivate what I like to observe to raise the bar of excellence to denounce mediocrity for themselves so that my observations would be pleasant ones."

T.I. - About The Money

T.I. - About The Money Youtube Music Videos and Lyrics

Album: Paperwork
Released: 2014

About The Money Lyrics

Bustin' out the bando
A nigga jewelry real metal like a can opener
I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip
I went from Smart Car to a bitch with some smart lips
And the F&N make my hip limp
I'm goin' fishin' with these little bitty shrimp dips
And my bank roll got a big dip
She gon' bring it on a big ship
Quite trill, no Quik Trip
I got drugs in the alley, no tip there
She just wanna have a good day
Smoke way more weed than a guy in L.A
I want them birds 'til next May
Never let em fly away
What!? I heard ay
Listen what my nigga Tip say

If it ain't About The Money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I'll be damned if a nigga wipe a hood hoe
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones"
Put your money down I could book a hard four
You playin' with it, I'ma send 'em through your car door
But while I flood the shit sick got prob' oh
I'm doin' it for black and yellow, free Hardo
The head honcho, nigga no Tonto, nigga
I'm quick to put some bricks in a Bronco, nigga
Niggas talk shit, well I don't respond to no nigga
No murder, no dough, no convo

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Aye, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin in the trap, slangin good blow
Maybach used to slang that crack
Buy a stolen car while he bang that AK
If you ever took a loss better bring that back
Catcha' witcha' betcha' heat will blow your brains bout that
Know you better be, on your best behavior when addressing me
Because, bye-gones, we don't let em be
Niggas disrespect me, I'm a catch a felony
For real, if you listen I can get you paid
But not interested in shit you say

If it ain't about the money
Don't be blowin' me up, nigga I ain't gettin' up
If it ain't about the money
Ain't no use in you ringin' my line, stop wastin' my time
If it ain't about the money
Nah I can't even hear what you say, I ain't finna do shit
If it ain't about the money
Bitch, you can miss me with it, bitch nigga miss me with it

I'm packin' 11, I'm packin' 11
I ride in a gator, my shoes are Guiseppe
I'm slime like the reverend, I shoot at the reverend
Pants out the grocery store, they stuck with lettuce
She try make the extras, I told on these bitches
When it's bout time to pay I'ma bail on these bitches

Ay, what you think we in the neighborhood for?
Standin' at the corner store with a pocket full of dough
I’ll be damned if a nigga wife a hood ho
Learned that from UGK back in "Pocket Full of Stones" nigga

Writer/s: HOLMES, LONDON TYLER / HARRIS, CLIFFORD J. / WILLIAMS, JEFFREY
Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

About The Money Song Chart

The first single from Paperwork: The Motion Picture, this features guest vocals from T.I.'s fellow Atlanta-based rapper Young Thug. The song was premiered by DJ Whoo Kid and DJ MLK on Shade 45 on May 19, 2014.

Tip informs us on the hook that you shouldn't disturb his grind unless you are telling him of ways to make money.

The song features a sample-heavy beat from Young Thug's frequent collaborator London on da Track.

T.I. told the story of his collaboration with Young Thug and London on da Track: "Right around 'after the club' hours, I was like 3:30 4 'o clock, I'm in the studio getting calls like 'Yo, we pulling up,'" he recalled. "Immediately, we exchanged pleasantries and began listening to beats and went right in there and did 'About The Money.' That was the first record we did. Since then, we done did about 12, 13 records."

This won Hip-Hop Song of the Year in the 2015 Boombox Fan Choice Awards.

T.I. - New National Anthem

T.I. - New National Anthem Youtube Music Videos and Lyrics

Album: Paperwork
Released: 2014

New National Anthem Lyrics

I know radio prolly ain't gonna play this
But chopper going off in the hood man
Like Afghanistan or the Gaza strip somewhere man
Yeah, we hear it so much we probably numb to it by now
After all, it’s the American way right?

Home of the brave and free (It’s America)
Free just to murder me (land of the handgun)
Land of the beautiful (home of the shotgun)
Cursed by the hate we throw (You’re dead if you ain’t got one)
Is this the New National Anthem? (It was like this before I got here baby, I ain’t do it)
Is this the new national anthem? (I ain’t start it, I’m just a part of it)

Turn it! Aite

You say this the home of the brave I guess
I say this the home of the K’s and the vets
All alone with the J’s smoking yay cause he stressed
On chrome with a Tek taught to spray for respect
I learned from the best used to stay in the “jects†
Bought work from the vets burning rubber in the vets
This as good as it gets used to play with the rats
Then I got older and learned stay away from the rats
God blessed this nigga, to hustle up and make eight figures
Turned from a goon to a great young nigga
No complaining just doing what it take young nigga
I was raised in a decade of hate young nigga
Always dodging polices because they hate young niggas
And we hate them too, 38 in him shoe
All the changes the system will take him through
He ain’t a killer but he will if you make him do it
Homicide he’ll ride, they’ll put him on trial
Let him have a life sentence then do it with a smile
And he only 19, he ain’t even had a child
As a child, told his mama he’ll be gone for a while
And she cried, still they just put him inside
Now she all on her own because her other son died
Listen to the politician as he lied and he lied
He a snake in a suit, trying to hide in disguise

Home of the brave and free (well damn officer what did I do?)
Free just to murder me (Naw hold up man don’t shoot, I live over there)
Land of the beautiful (ay, ay man what you doin)
Cursed by the hate we throw (you trippin' dawg)
Is this the new national anthem (how many times has that ever happened to you, what the fuck do you know about being a black man in America?)
Is this the new national anthem (And you wonder why we walk around with straps)

Fuck is you sayin' (Who you gon' talk?)

For the stars and the stripes prison bars and the pipe
Young nigga rolling weed in a cigar he can light
Bang red either blue selling hard and the white
Live by the gun, never run from a fight
Trayvon in a hoodie, walking through the neighborhood he
Didn’t do shit to buddy, he didn’t have to die did he?
I guess it’s because his dad was a judge in the city
They didn’t want him in the pen with the thugs that could get him
A jury of his peers said all was forgiven
But touch one of mine, right or wrong, I’ma kill them
Fill them with the lead like they put in Martin Luther King’s head
Like they killed Malcolm X, Edgar Hoover did that
You can catch me in the hood where they shooting niggas at
They don’t know if Neighborhood or the Hoovers did that
Whether Piru or VL's or GDs wit me we
Down to uprise from the OG’s to peewees

Home of the brave and free (Don’t get it fucked up)
Free just to murder me (If you ain’t found something you’re willing to die for, you ain’t fit to live)
Land of the beautiful (To get something you’ve never had, you must be willing to do something you’ve never done)
Cursed by the hate we throw (I’ma die by mine)
Is this the new national anthem (America, you created a monster that refused to beat noise, the ? Is up)
Is this the new national anthem (yeah we do evolution, ? Stupid shit)

Hell is what is you chaning' dawg
What is you doin'

Let me ask you something
If the kids are the future
Tell me why you can get more for being C.O.
Than you can for being a teacher.
Tell me why it means more to the government
To pay the people who got to watch over the prisoners
More than the people who got to keep the children from becoming prisoners.
That make sense?
Tell me why 9 ounces of crack will get you more time than a rape right now
Tell me why them crazy white boys can tote a gun but I can’t right now
Yea I had felonies, I done did dirt in the streets
But I ain’t ever gave it to anybody that didn’t deserve it, you know what I mean?
I ain’t ever ran in no public place with no pistol
Shooting no innocent people. I ain’t never ran in no school killing no kids
Man this is the result of you refusing to deal with the issues at hand
We are a product of the environment you placed us in
We ain't do it, we just lived through it

Home of the brave and free (message to my people)
Free just to murder me (stop waiting on folk to help you, help yourself, it starts with you)
Land of the beautiful (get yourself out, reach back, get somebody else out)
Cursed by the hate we throw
Is this the new national anthem (and that’s the way we’re going to get ahead)
(Sittin' around waiting on government to do something for us ain't never gonna happen partner they don’t give a fuck about us)
Is this the new national anthem but don’t play into their hand partner, you making it easy for em

Hell is you doin'?

Writer/s: BROWN, THOMAS LEE / HARRIS, CLIFFORD / EMILE, DERNST / MCCANTS, VICTORIA
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

New National Anthem Song Chart

This song finds T.I. rapping socially conscious lyrics over a military beat. The Atlanta native rhymes about some of the problems faced by black people in America today including crooked cops and inequality in the criminal justice system.

That's Skylar Grey crooning the gut-wrenching chorus. The Wisconsin singer-songwriter was a guest vocalist on Dr Dre's "I Need a Doctor" and Diddy-Dirty Money's "Coming Home." She also received a Grammy nomination for writing the chorus to Eminem's hit single with Rihanna, "Love The Way You Lie."

The song was released soon after the August 2014 shooting of Michael Brown in Ferguson, Missouri by a white cop. T.I. actually laid down the cut in 2013 after the George Zimmerman verdict for Trayvon. "Immediately when I heard it, I knew it was going to be a scary, impactful, profound record," he said. "It's so heavy with purpose and intent to shed light on a very, very taboo topic in America, which is the way young black people are treated, perceived and handled."

T.I. - Light 'Em Up (RIP Doe B)

T.I. - Light 'Em Up (RIP Doe B) Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Paperwork
Released: 2014

Light 'Em Up (RIP Doe B) Lyrics

You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it

Tell me why it is now that we live only for the moment
Erybody going deeper to the dark
Point of no return, following the evil, running from the Lord
Hatred in the heart
Poison ? a nigga use to play and trade toys with a nigga
Now you gotta go to war with a nigga
Just because you got more than a nigga
Motherfucker Kamikaze you, they rather die then see you live fly
Crabs in a barrel, in ghetto America
Man, we just lucky that we make it out
See so much potential, lost some reputation, you would think eventually we will get it
They say you got it, they don't even want it
It just hurt so much for them to see you with it
What I know 'bout Satan, he patiently wait
To rob and steal and kill off greatness in the making
What we put together never let ‘em take it
Goddamn shawty you were 'pose to make it

You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
Lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up

You know when I met you, sitting in the car
Buck head in the mall, you was something special
He was just a young nigga,
Still he never got excited,
It was hard to overwhelm a fat nigga with a eye patch, swingin' hard
Reppin' role tide Alabama
You can tell he was kickin' too much flavour on a country nigga made 'em wanna kill him
Still to see him smiling shawty, he be chillin'
Nigga wish him dead, he ain't even feel it
At your video, I could feel the ?
We was at the club, nigga couldn't get it in, they was stuck outside
Start to look at you, and as you should you looked like "fuck I 'posed to do?"
Asked you 'bout it then, said "ay brah you cool?"
You said "I ain't worry 'bout the lil dude"
Get they feelings hurt, got a attitude,
They'll come around in a year or two
Made you Hustle Gang, let you in the family
Said "I get you rich" you said "you want a Grammy"
Showed you how to mix the Actavis
Candy, doin' 160 with me, he ain't panic
Called me yesterday, I say "lil bro what's happening?
Working with Pharell, chillin' in Miami"
All you said was "run it, book the flight I'm coming
'Fore I leave though, I gotta handle something"
I just said "ok" I hung up the phone
Couple hours later, damn my nigga gone

You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it
You was suppose to make it

Devil's business, my brother gone
Supposed to be a living legend
Hating nigga sent you home
But when we see that guy, we gon' treat him like the sky
On the 4th of July
And light him up

Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
Lighters up, lighters up
You was supposed to make it
You was supposed to make it
Lighters up, lighters up
Get your lighters up, lighters up

Writer/s: WILLIAMS, PHARRELL / HARRIS, CLIFFORD / SMITH III, EDDIE / RANKINS, JESSE JAMAAL / WELLS, JONATHAN DENNARD
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Light 'Em Up (RIP Doe B) Song Chart

T.I. penned this song after the untimely passing of his rising protégé Doe B., who was murdered in his hometown Montgomery, Alabama in December 2013. The young rapper was actually on his way to record with T.I. and Pharrell the day he was shot. "The night we made 'Paperwork,' I was telling Pharrell about Doe and he immediately said, 'Get him down here, let's work.'"

So, T.I. called Doe B two days after Christmas. "I told him Pharrell wanted to work with him and he immediately said he was on the way," he recalled. "He just had a stop to make at a club that some DJs were doing a party at and they was looking forward to him showing up. He felt obligated, he had to go do that."

"Before that morning came, he died," T.I. added. "Pharrell was expecting him. [I had to tell him], "Man lil' bruh died last night."

Pharrell insisted that the Atlanta rapper document his feelings immediately, while the pain was fresh. "That record was recorded the day he died, so the feeling was very surreal and it was extremely heavy on my heart," T.I. said.