T.I. Paperwork

The life + times of Atlanta hustler Clifford “Tip” Harris, Jr. is narrated by his alter ego T.I. in this soulful Pharrell Williams-produced track off his latest album Paperwork: The Motion Picture. You can pre-order the deluxe edition on iTunes today.

T.I. Paperwork

Paperwork features collabos with Usher, Jeezy, Iggy Azalea, Chris Brown, Rick Ross, The Dream, Lil Boosie, the late rapper Doe B, Yung Thug, Pharrell and more. The album is in stores October 21st.

LISTEN: Paperwork ft. Pharrell Williams

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    Pharrell Williams [Hook]
    Don’t do no business until you check his (paperwork)
    And if all else fails, I just hope that this (paperwork)
    Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
    Everything got a cost, they gone need something on you
    (Paperwork)

    [T.I]
    ATL, Westside, that’s the only home I know
    In ’85, me and Uncle Quint
    Used to ride around in the big Bronco
    Took me up to Charles’ Disco
    Daytime, set me down at the bar
    Where I drank Shirley Temple
    ‘Til he walked out with a bag and we got back in the car
    What you wanna be he asked? When you grow up big kid?
    I just wanna be like you, ridin’ round town gettin’ bread
    We shot a couple Lac, couple summer pass
    Uncle Quint ain’t nowhere to be found
    Later we learn that someone ratted him out
    For that reason 10 years he won’t be around

    [Hook]
    (Paperwork)
    Don’t do no business until you check his (paperwork)
    And if all else fails, I just hope that this (paperwork)
    Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
    Everything got a cost, they gone need something on you
    (Paperwork)

    [T.I]
    Picture me in ’93
    I’m the only man I see
    Fresh up off the porch
    Lookin’ for a drop Porsche and a fake ID
    Introduce me to the crack game
    Rap game was the furthest from my mind
    Had a notebook full of rhymes
    And a pocket full of crack rock dimes
    Time on my side, lift .45 in my jeans
    Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yes sir
    Welfare, food stamps
    Section 8, me and Ma lived in the trap
    I said fuck school, it holdin’ me back
    I wanna bankroll, chasin’ after that

    [Hook]
    (Paperwork)
    Don’t do no business until you check his (paperwork)
    And if all else fails, I just hope that this (paperwork)
    Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
    Everything got a cost, they gone need something on you
    (Paperwork)

    [T.I]
    Look at me, at 17
    Livin’ on my own, peddlin’
    Quarter ki, now and then sellin’ weed
    Tokin’ too, cost my first felony
    That’s one of many, that were to follow
    Drinkin’ Henney up out the bottle
    Told a child I think I’m bein’ followed
    Family don’t think I’ll live to see tomorrow
    Plenty have a story like mine
    Know many of you had a little nine
    Know many of you did a little dirt
    Too many of us did a little time
    Wake up, 10 years of your life passed
    When you get your cake up
    Don’t it seem like that
    When the Feds on your ass passin’ out

    [Hook]
    (Paperwork)
    Don’t do no business until you check his (paperwork)
    And if all else fails, I just hope that this (paperwork)
    Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
    Everything got a cost, they gone need something on you
    (Paperwork)

    [Pharrell + T.I.]
    If you think that you high, baby look above you
    It’s drones in the sky, there’s nothing you could do
    So left, two, three snap
    Right two, three snap
    Don’t get serious now it’s too late for that
    Cause they got
    Time on my side, lift .45 in my jean
    Open fire if you seem to be blocking my dreams, yes sir

    [Hook]
    (Paperwork)
    Don’t do no business until you check his (paperwork)
    And if all else fails, I just hope that this (paperwork)
    Wanna swing Bentley doors, blow smoke through the roof
    Everything got a cost, they gone need something on you
    (Paperwork)