Live in the Sky
by T.I.

Album: King (2006)
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  • What's happenin', man
    This T.I.P., you know
    I'd like to dedicate this song to anybody who done ever lost somebody
    To the grave, to the streets, to the jail cell
    I done been in situations where I done had to cope with all three
    You know what I'm saying?
    I feel like the only thing I ain't done yet is died, you know
    But it ain't how I live while I'm here
    It's how I live when I leave, ya dig?

    Life's up and downs, they come and go
    But when I die, I hope I live in the sky
    All my folks who ain't alive, I hope they live in the sky
    Pray to God when I die that I live in the sky
    It's true what goes around comes back, you know
    So when I die, I hope I live in the sky
    All my folk who ain't survive, may they live in the sky
    Tell God I wanna fly, and let me live in the sky

    My cousin Toot ain't have to die right in front of his son and his wife
    He lost his life struggling over a gun
    Give a damn what he done, that's my motherfucking folk
    And I love that nigga to death, no motherfucking joke
    I can feel my eyes feelin' the lord is my witness
    If I catch 'em, I'm a kill em
    I made it my business
    Back in the day you stayed in my business
    Taught me I ain't have to incorporate yay in my business
    Coincidentally that's why today you not wit' me
    My cousin died over some yay, and I miss him
    Plus he had his family out, let's say she the eye witness
    But her boyfriend did the shooting judge gave a life sentence
    I heard that, now I'm dressed up in all black
    Shot up the whole apartments and still ain't brought back
    The best friend I had in Jamel, I lost that
    I guess your death was a lesson in life; it taught me that


    Never seen a nigga go to jail and sleep till day two
    Well, that's how sick I was when Jayrue
    Found out the hard way that wasn't powder that they were tootin'
    Overdosed on heroin, died at twenty-two
    If you ain't heard about your daughter, she smile just like you
    So cute, even resorts to violence like you
    You know ya baby mama loose, but, ha, what can you do?
    And I got four myself
    Yeah, it's been a few
    Now everything I do is for king, messiah, Dazasha, Demonte
    Tell them lord they all I got, so please don't take 'em from me
    From me standin' in the trap wit' Qerin and Sir Kap
    Laughin' at the niggas who serve with no strap
    Tell them niggas, man, y'all trippin' wit' no maps
    Get robbed and that's the part where my pistol ain't no help
    Me, you, and the crew just fell out over dough and a little crack
    Never could apologize 'cause you died; that's why they say that


    I bet you niggas think I'm living it up
    Till you see polices laughing as they pickin' me up
    Went from seeing how many bitches I can fit in the truck
    To three hots and a cot; is you kidding or what?
    Fuck how many millions I got, nigga, so what if I'm hot
    When I got prices on my head, Feds rushing my spot
    A million haters want me dead, forced to carry a gat
    But you's a seven time felon, what you doing with that?
    It's a Catch 22, either you lose or lose
    That's the way the game structured for real niggas to suffer
    And I ain't never been a busta, always stood on my feet
    Like a man prepared to take whatever coming for me
    A pussy nigga or polices wit' a warrant for me
    I'm a "G" prepared to die for what's important to me
    Look anybody in the eye who say he want it wit' me
    Put up the house and bet the odds if coming from me
    OG's say I need to learn to be patient
    You telling me wit' these seven years of probation
    Pistol charges, and a host of other open cases
    If niggas only knew the kind of time I was facing
    I tried to keep to myself but sometimes I couldn't take it
    Got four kids, the smiles on they faces
    Mean more to me than my crown and my bracelet
    Take that away from me and my life is butt naked

    Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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