Hypno lyrics

[Intro: T.I. & Logic]
What Juicy say? He be like
Shut the f*ck up!
Yeah, yeah, hahaha
King

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils
Don't understand my decisions so I don't need your approval
I'm a motherf*ckin' villain just like you see in the movie
But I'm still a motherf*ckin' hero, stay lowkey like casino
In the weave of the cee-lo, pocket full of them C-notes
Backwood full of that primo, bad b*tches drinkin' on Pino
And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it
With b*tches thick as Serena, lick it, yssup dna nisep
I see the line between a maniac and a genius
Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to a cleanеrs
Two decades straight, a hundred shows, a hundrеd K at the gate
A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me (Sheesh)

[Chorus: Rahky & T.I.]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real n*ggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' b*tch ass
Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' b*tch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin' like b*tches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll
[Verse 2: T.I.]
Man, I been beefin' with my daughter, man, I'm dealin' with sh*t
And a lot of my n*ggas contemplatin', goin' killin' some sh*t
I put my b*tch out like I'm Martin, in my feelings and sh*t
'Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million legit, okay
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real n*ggas move things on a private plane
And you know I was trappin', workin' at an early age
Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it
Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway, blowin' big gas
Lookin' for me, I been suckin', duckin' yo' lil' b*tch ass
f*ck up, I am handling my own motherf*ckin' business
And drama, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout the riff raff
n*gga talkin', n*gga big cap, I won't listen to 'em
They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the ransom for 'em
Ain't never been a pawn, always been a king
And I ain't never gave a damn what a n*gga think, f*ck 'em

[Chorus: Rahky & T.I.]
On the road to riches and diamond rings
Where real, n*ggas move things on private planes
I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' b*tch ass
Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' b*tch ass
Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat
Shinnin' like b*tches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach
Prey on the weak? Never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet
Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll