Song Lyrics

(June, you're a genius)
(Hitmaka)

Heard somebody said I wasn't poppin' (poppin')
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred k in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden (Harden), beg your pardon (ay)
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody said I wasn't poppin' (poppin')
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred k in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon (yeah)
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin (yeah)

Well, if I may speak freely, we gon' get a bag if we need it
Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy
We was never playin' in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated
Hold up, they ain't made a game you can play on me
I just be prayin' for these niggas, that they pray on me
They got another thing comin', homie, they gon' see
I got the blessings of an angel everyday on me
Okay, cherry, nigga used to ask me where I'm from
Tell 'em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf
Work, wonder what's up under my shirt
Wonder why I ain't gettin' searched
Nigga, TIP been solid, speak against his name in the hood
And you will get slapped out 'bout it, had straps out wildin'
But moments in the past just made me who I am
That's why I don't run from it
Keep it one hunnid', anyone who don't like it, then f*ck 'em
Get a little money then double level
Came a way from sellin' weed in the envelope
To Puff Daddy standin' with me in chinchillas
Road run, Rubberband Man
Made a hundred mil' off of fifty grand man
Well, goddamn, my suggestion is you follow your dreams in this bitch
Put your heart in this shit, you're bound to get rich, no cap

Heard somebody said I wasn't poppin' (poppin')
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred k in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden (Harden), beg your pardon (ay)
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody said I wasn't poppin' (poppin')
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred k in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon (yeah)
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin

I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview
I got people askin' me "What the f*ck done got into you?"
I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due
Hard to go and get, no trippin', it wasn't no handouts
Corner store got hot, we start sellin' 'em out my man house
We ain't never have nothin', stay pullin' bands out
I been runnin' it up and I heard he ran out
Know these pussy niggas wishin' shit would fan out, it won't
How you make the gun go on safety? It don't
You that young turnt nigga, Baby, for shit, sure
Never in my feelings 'bout a broad, she can hit, bro
Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat
Heard a nigga say he want smoke
Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil' more
I ain't really up for no arguin'
Nigga said he gon' do what? Bitch, beg your pardon

Heard somebody said I wasn't poppin' (poppin')
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred k in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden (Harden), beg your pardon (ay)
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

Heard somebody said I wasn't poppin' (poppin')
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred k in my pocket
I be outside totin' carbon
With the young niggas shootin' like Harden, beg your pardon (yeah)
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body Rolls give me road rage
Swervin' in an Aston Martin

Shut up, sucka nigga, get up
Crazy in your head thinkin' you can get a head up
Foreign, automotives all in my lawn
Yawn, did this shit so long it's gettin' borin'
Tapped into the culture, made a motherfuckin' lifestyle
Shoutout to my niggas doin' trap music right now
You know we ain't with the hype, mean on the mic
Get to switchin' out a queen, just 'cause she ain't what we like, ay
I'm a king, done my thing from the green to the white
When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics
Say I ain't the shit, that nigga must be dippin' acid
F*ck what all them other niggas doin', all I know is keep goin'
Start gettin' money, I enjoyed it, started sellin' crack for employment
Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent
Get the suckas out the way and get rich
Blockin' my path, boy, the .40 cal start barkin' like my nigga DMX in this bitch
I'm a vet at this shit and all I ever been was authentic
Twenty years I been handlin' my business
Get in my bag, stackin' my pennies
Buyin' everything on the west side of the city
'Cause that's where all the niggas don't play about TIP
So, what I care 'bout what you got to say about TIP
Nigga, beg your pardon

Clifford Joseph Harris, Dominique Jones

The duration of Pardon is 4:19 minutes and seconds.