Looking Back Lyrics - T.i.

Who the fuck is that? 

Yeah, bitch, it's me, it's me 

So humble, I'm so humble 

Ay, tell me what you gon' see looking back at yo' life 

Won't be worth a damn, if you ain't living it right 

All we know is stripes, learned to die for respect 

You make a lot of money, they admirin' that 

We gettin' bags here, playa, it just is what is is 

Fall, flay, do or die, kill or be killed 

Remember, walking Bankhead, was a terrible thought 

Intensions ain't work, tryna come up now 

I'm praying God blessed me and this life I chose 

Cause the new Benz dropped, can't be ridin' the old ones 

In 12 hours, I done raised hell and shit 

Middle of the crack era, tryna sell and shit 

In Vegas, fightin' police, me and Jeezy and 'em 

Hit the strip, Fat Burger, did my thing again 

All I do is kick back, blow gas and smile 

Reminiscing 'bout when I was young and wild 

You're still feeling the effects of the shit we did 

Before us, drug dealers didn't get this big 

Where I'm from, it ain't glamorous 

Quite the different outcome 

You have a run, get indicted, then forget about him 

So much greatness but not so many make it, wonder how come 

It's been that way since Huey Newton, Martin, Malcolm 

I got a grind and a hustle, I ain't hearing it 

Plus a 1 of 1 drip that my daddy had 

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Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life 

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life 

Looking back at yo' life 

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life 

Looking back at yo' life 

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life 

Looking back at yo' life 

On the front line facing off with the L.A.P.D 

Only nigga ain't a gang member is me 

I'm certified through and through, ain't nothin' flawed 'bout that 

The nigga was talkin shit in Houston, went assault 'bout that 

And since they caught be slipping, lost my homeboy 'bout that 

Some bystander died after but never quite got back 

I heard they called him back, I'm thinking, 'We could pay the bond, I bet' 

And then one, ' Am I a maniac for thinking of that?' 

Listen, yeah, my freedom on the line, I'ma square up and cap 

But nigga lying, talking 'bout I told, he really chilling with a rat though 

We through Paperwork party, show mine on a yard 

And gym park; coached ball, taught a class and all 

With the only one from Georgia gettin' regular visits 

Filled up a couple busses so my people could kick it 

Really did that, how the fuck you live with yourself? 

Knowing the only thing you ever did, you did it for self 

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life 

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life 

Looking back at yo' life 

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life 

Looking back at yo' life 

Ay, tell me what you gon' see when you looking back at yo' life 

Looking back at yo' life 

Everything I say, is the truth. And that's a lie. And that's the motha fuckin' truth