[Verse 1: Big Boi]
Time and time again see, I be thinkin' about that future,
Back in the days when we was slaves, I bet we was some cool ass niggas,
But now we vultures, slam my nigga back out
To make his ass black out, or even pull your fuckin' heater,
To make his whole crew believers, you harder than a bitch full of dicks,
But that don't be soundin' like King Shit to me.
See, now in the ghetto, or should I be sayin' Lakewood?
You better be strapped ‘cause them niggas over there just ain't good.
Just bein' a hustler, servin' the loyal customers,
Rent was due on the first of the month, so I'm hustlin',
I buy you fifty box of Phillies at the Citgo,
And niggas be wantin' drinks and shit from the fuckin' sto, yo!
But that's aight, though, ‘cause I be gettin' paid,
And every trip I take, there's a dollar to be made,
I'm diggin' through my pockets for my earnings got you five,
Deep, there it is, now it's time to smoke that dime.
[Hook: Big Boi]
If you smoke a dime,
Then I'll smoke a dime.
If you smoke a dime,
Then I'll smoke a dime.
[Verse 2: André 3000]
Time is slippin', slowly but surely,
Niggas I used to hang with wants to act like they don't know me,
Come and listen to my story, I gots a lot of shit up on my mind,
I wipe the boo-boo from my brain, then I finish up my rhyme.
Take a number, I caught you in a slumber,
I hit you for a lick, I'm in the slammer for the summer,
But now it is the fall, I'm havin' a ball, makin' my nickel sacks crawl
To my niggas got to servin' when they beep and when they call.
I got the Peter, Paul and plus that Mary Jane,
I'm rollin' reefer out of a Regal, how could I refrain
From bein' rough, from bein' tough, from bein' dangerous,
I'm hangin' with the P.A. niggas, ain't no changin' us.
See you can try, if you try, if you don't, you don't,
If you wanna battle, it's either that you will or ya won't,
See that rap shit is really just like sellin' smoke,
If you got some fly shit, yo, niggas gonna always toke.
Dope is not what I be slangin' on this track,
Niggas don't comprehend that it be deeper than Cadillacs,
You know that, right, you bite, you fucked up,
You won't be gettin' away this time, I'm real as hell, so what's up!
I rip shit wit' pimp shit, I'm slangin' it from the South,
Talk bad about the A-town, I'll bust you in your fuckin' mouth.
[Hook]