Flying With Angels Lyrics - T.i.

There's no lie, man I'm so high 

Gotta live life, cus the day you die 

No flashing lights, this life has a price 

And I'm feelin, I'm feelin 

And man who can say one say I 

Won't run the streets, I wouldn't get high 

Not today and this a matter what the fuck shit man 

Nigga tryin me out with the hot shit man 

If you tryna get down, make a deal with the maker 

We'll show you firsthand how we deal with a hater 

Killers out there'll have to live with it later 

Shoot him in the head and deal with it later 

Man he's made up, fit to them 

Guess I'm only waitin only I'mma get to them 

Hatin ass nigga don't mention them 

But please don't mention what we did to them 

Nigga you know how we do and we do all 

Step through, I put the fire, it'll be more tall 

And like your life on the line whenever we talk 

If you say the wrong thing it could be yo loss 

I'mma do a kick play in a major way 

Nigga that's real 

Smoke and think about how I'mma get paid today 

Won't stop, can't rest til I'm major paid 

If I die today then I die smiling 

Nigga, no lie 

Because I live every day of my life like a night life 

K so we good about it 

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I can feel on the tip of my fingers 

There's no lie, man I'm so high 

I feel like I've been sleepin with angels 

Gotta live life, cus the day you die 

Every day the true become famous 

No flashing lights, this life has a price 

And I can feel on the tip of my fingers 

And I feel it, I feel it 

Now I ain't sayin that I'm famous but the streets feel like I made it 

Come to Alabama, where they treat me like I'm savin 

Bet my mama still on that same block 

Ridin round in that same car 

Getting harassed by the same cops 

Feeling like I'm bout the rain drops 

I mean haven't got a pot to piss in til I got a pot to cool bricks in 

And I got a couple rich friends who feelin like I'm switching friends 

Boy a nigga say anything 

Niggas say a nigga changed 

Feel like a cartoon wardrobe, I swear to God I'm still the same 

Come on feel my pain, going through so much 

And while it's "fuck the fame", shit, where's the love? 

I can't leave these streets — I can't lose my plug 

If rap don't work for me, I'm back to sellin' drugs. 

Havin hopes, cashin dubs 

Same will say, match it up 

Cus shit, I'm through to go back to that shit 

And while I'm getting tied to my niggas' riches 

Money make it for better bitch 

I'm so close I can smell on my eyes and I see clearly 

I can feel on the tip of my fingers 

There's no lie, man I'm so high 

I feel like I've been sleepin with angels 

Gotta live life, cus the day you die 

Every day the true become famous 

No flashing lights, this life has a price 

And I can feel on the tip of my fingers 

And I feel it, I feel it