Lyrics Here Ye, Here Ye - T.I., Pharrell Williams

Here Ye, Here Ye

Yup!
Um
Ugh
Yeah
There’s a rainbow everywhere dependin' on where you stand
Whether the dashboard of yay or the walls 100 grand each
Double R, interior tan, outside is peach
Oh, you trying to make a deal out in Golden Beach?
Or the Florida Keys, ducking the Florida Ds
But you only end up with bricks of sand
I know niggas that run from they shadows like Peter Pan
Runnin' like it’s a Nike commercial, but he the man
What he don’t like, on sight, he murk like he’s the Klan
Eightballs the size of baseballs like Jeter’s hand
It’s fecal, fam—yeah, it’s the shit
Zip your face up when Skateboard is on the script
Catch me in the Gap V with some BBC trunks
Flip flops, sippin' on Qream like it’s punch
I push the spaceship with the chrome lady in the front
Bendin' over like she just puffed Busta’s blunt
I told y’all muh’fuckas once: I think I’m hungry
Finna eat y’all niggas' lunch, y’all niggas cunts
I’m from the commonwealth where wealth ain’t common
When niggas roll around with chrome solvers
Looking for problems
Mouth full of gold, flame when they roll
Arthritic fingers: niggas bang when they stroll
Tradin' in the hats for the cane and the gold
The golds for the chain and the 'caine was on swole
Ayo Tip, get these peon niggas told
Still stand tall when it all falls down
Whether Hollywood Hills or a one-horse town
You should know better
There’s no better than these four letters
More than ever, niggas want me dead
'Cause they’re starving and I’m getting fed
But fuck 'em anyway
I’d rather be me on my worst day
Than to be a sucka nigga on his birthday
All cake, no candles, just a living example
Ten toes down, all out, no sandals
Godfather, young Marlon Brando
Let me make sure they understand, yo
Here ye, hear ye, you wise, you fear me
Real niggas on their shine, much obliged, merci!
Everybody want to criticize him
'Bout how bad he ended up;
ook how bad he could’ve been
I could’ve caught a body, sold a brick to somebody
Who volunteered my information to the federales
I made it out of all of that like I ain’t gonna be proud of that
So petty shit you sticking to me?
Give me all you got of that
Doing this for all my niggas
Who’d rather go to prison than to let a nigga kill 'em
So we leaving this PO snub-nose in his denim
Trap or death is waiting 'round the corners that he been in
On bended knee, God forgive us, we been sinnin'
In our defense, look at the options we was given
Laying in the prison cell staring at the ceiling
Back in this bitch again, guess they wasn’t bullshitting, huh?
Still wonder where it all went wrong
Since Phil got killed, I ain’t never moved on
Like I’m still in the club where the blows got thrown
When my crown fell down and I got dethroned
Bunch of niggas around but I feel all alone
Like a piece of me is missing;
guess it never came home
Probably died in the van when it all hit the fan
Save the life of a friend: we don’t all get the chance
Now, here I stand, with blood on my hands
Trying hard to explain so his mom understand
I’m at fault for the loss of the soul of a man
Only soldiers know how that’ll take a toll on a man
Burdens of the world on my shoulders: heavy
Visibly composed, my emotions: buried
Scary, so if I pop a pill
Smoke a blunt or take a shot, y’all, let a nigga live
Still baffled how my life unraveled
In the meantime, time just travelled
Can’t see behind the walls of my castle
Opinionated peon, son, but who asked you?
I tell you: what you do, take your 2 cents
Kick rocks to a fountain, pitch 'em and make a wish
Shit, if wishes had wings
They’d all make it to heaven and we’d all be kings
Hahaha!
If wishes had wings
They’d all make it to heaven and we’d all be kings
Yeah!