Seasons - T.I., Sam Hook

All my life all I wanted to do was be great

If the stakes are everything, you’ll tell yourself anything you need to hear to

survive

Everything I say is the truth and that’s a lie

And that’s the motherfucking truth

Hmm, remember all I ever wanted was a gold chain and a ride worth 400 plus

Revenge paid to anybody who dishonor us

I’m sensei to them young niggas under us

Been a made man, look what I done made, man is you kiddin'?

When trap nigga needed a way, who did it?

Every song I gave you had some truth in it

Givin' you the pudding, look at it, the proof in it

Went from servin' junkies in hoopties to new Bentley

These suckas just be jumpin' through hoops and they too friendly

That’s why I don’t politic they said

They all cool it just that I don’t fuck wit' nigga much

They change numbers, ain’t no need for us to keep in touch

We wasn’t famous, we’d be tryna hit them niggas up

I’m standoffish, I swear I walk in rooms, be listenin' to y’all talkin'

See that you ain’t talkin' 'bout shit and I start walkin'

Hey, 'cause I ain’t here to waste time

Don’t wanna put energy in no lame nigga

I don’t want no lame nigga takin' mine

But you wanna ball, I could show you how

You like a broad?

I could teach you how to turn her out

Show you how to buy 'em low and sell 'em high

But don’t assume that it’s all that I know about

A made me, I did biz, that’s while I raise kids

I got married and fucked it up, that what fame did

Marriage counselor tell me focus on what the pain did

Too busy focusin', tryna do what Jay and Dame did

I’m on a path;

I got a purpose, to reach a destination

And either you helpin' me get to it or you in the way

Hope they wasn’t lyin' when they said it all comes back around, baby

Stuck up here, tryin' to let you go but it’s such a long way down

But if it’s still a Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, well I’m still breathin'

If there’s something I can say before you finish leavin'

And if everything still happens for a reason, maybe you come back around just

like the seasons

Like the seasons

I’m so extreme, I’ve never been a man of moderation

See, subtlety just ain’t my cup of tea

Don’t want my grass green, I want the lobby decorated

And last thing I need somebody sayin' I’ll never make it

Don’t give a damn, you can catch me with whoever naked

Still some forms of disrespect, I ain’t gon' never take it

Even with my vocabulary, can’t explain it

I’m sorry what you thought I was, I just ain’t that

Guess that’s why you say I ain’t shit, big will keep rollin' though

Holdin' up the block, doin' such and such with so and so

Que sera, sera

Cure it with a hundred million party like it’s Marti Gras

Got some bad Latino wit' me, they some laddi daddi das

See, you said they be hatin', I say send 'em my regards

Bury it under T and A, I call that R&R

Tryna get some stripes on me, that’s how you start a war

I been practicin' my reaction to niggas coming with stupid shit

Fuck out my face, man, the conversation over with

I’m done talkin'

How was that-was that good, for real?

Hope they wasn’t lyin' when they said it all comes back around, baby

Stuck up here and tryin' to let you go but it’s such a long way down

But if it’s still a Winter, Spring, Summer, Fall, well I’m still breathin'

If there’s something I can say before you finish leavin'

And if everything still happens for a reason, maybe you come back around just

like the seasons

Like the seasons

I’m not promisin' to be perfect but I’ll try my best to be great

This ain’t no game, this a mother fuckin' trap

This ain’t no game, this a mother fuckin' trap