Lyrics T.I. – Big Picture

Chorus:
Hey it dawned on me and
I see the big picture I know
On everything I love I’m the shit and I know

Verse 1:
Aye
What it is big dog? I know I’m the shit cause I bounce back
Totally recover from a pit fall
Don’t make you a fighter just because you got your fist balled
Its get right and get paid or good night and get lost
Bitches talk big shit even when my dick soft
Everyday my birthday, they just wanna get they licks off
Rocket ship lift off, come sit on my launch pad
G5, mile high, group sex, jet lag
Boullion, checks, cash, millions, just ask
Even if you hate me, surely you respect that
Yeah, you’re now rockin with the best dad
Chicks see me I be like «look at T.I. with his zig-zags»
Wishin they could take a ride on my moustache
Or maybe see the inside of my plush pad
But I must pass, I know what you on homie
Up late one night early morning and hey, it dawned on me and

Chorus

Verse 2:
Love my mutha fuckin life
I’m so mutha fuckin tight
They say «he think he the shit»
I say «you mutha fuckin right»
Teach a mutha fuckin dyke to learn to love suckin pipe
Buses, cars, trucks and bikes in my yard
up the price of my performance
now I’m goin for a half a mil’ a night
quarter million just to party
if you gossip get it right
niggas shiest
but I know somethin if I put end a nigga life
its gonna begin a nigga trip to god and end a nigga life
Man I keep it one hundred, one thousand to be precise
If you round me frontin go find a mountain and take a hike
Yeah I know you set your sights on me, tryin to get stripes
Homie look smaller but feel bigger in real life, don’t he?
I’m all that and more, ain’t nothin bout the hype for me
I’m sharing life moments, ain’t nobody write for me
You a one trick pony, I’m quadruple threat homie
Up late 4 in the mornin and hey, it dawned on me and

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Verse 3:
I’m clearly somethin special, officially I’m the best who
Did it in my city and even in the U.S, you
Must agree, they cant fuck with me, I’ma beast unless you,
Hatin, you ain’t gotta be sneezin for me to bless you
If the records don’t get you, I bet the movie will get you
??…will catch your attention, I’ma impress you
With swagger long term, Hollywood bitches to tag along
Groupies just imagine on, they know what I’m braggin on
I gotta message you can pass along, tell a friend
We getting long paper jay, we made it back from hell again
Knockin on heaven’s door, residing there forever more
Promoters, this worth every cent, you couldn’t buy a better tour
And you are forced to admire the messiah
Expressin your desire, you’re just preachin to the choir
The nation has it wired to hear your majesty, sire
I’m flyin high up one mornin and hey, it dawned on me and