T.I. – Pardon (ft. Lil Baby) (Audio, Lyrics)

T.I. is back again with “Pardon” featuring Lil Baby. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Hitmaka, June James.

T.i. Pardon

The self-proclaimed “King of the South” has a new project on deck. In just two days, The L.I.B.R.A. (The Legend Is Back Running Atlanta), is set to hit streaming services, and fans are excited to hear what Tip has in store. He’s recently shared the tracklisting of his upcoming album that includes looks from Ms. Pat, Tokyo Jetz, Young Thug, 42 Dugg, Mozzy, Jeremih, Snoop Dogg, Rapsody, Rahky, London Jae, Conway, Rick Ross, Domani, Benny The Butcher, Jadakiss, Alec Beretz, Eric Bellinger,Killer Mike, 21 Savage, and John Legend—but today, we’ve received his collaboration with Lil Baby.

Last week T.I. dropped off “Ring” featuring Young Thug, so he keeps that Atlanta energy moving with “Pardon” alongside Lil Baby. On the track, T.I. doubles down on his status as a legend as he repeats “beg your pardon” to anyone who has something to say about his placement in the game. The rapper may have given a nod to 50 Cent with a few bars about someone saying “I ain’t the sh*t, that n*gga must be dippin’ acid,” but we’ll just have to speculate on that one.

T.I. – Pardon (ft. Lil Baby) (prod. Hitmaka, June James)

Lyrics

[Intro]
June, you’re a genius
Hitmaka

[Chorus: T.I.]
Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young niggas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon
Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young niggas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Well, if I may speak freely, we gon’ get a bag if we need it
Buss it down, flip it, repeat it, suckas be greedy
We was never playin’ in the game, if we was, before we lost, we cheated
Hold up, they ain’t made a game you can play on me
I just be prayin’ for these niggas, that they pray on me
They got another thing comin’, homie, they gon’ see
I got the blessings of an angel everyday on me
Okay, church, nigga used to ask me where I’m from
Tell ’em Bankhead, nigga, but the earth my turf
Work, wonder what’s up under my shirt
Wonder why I ain’t gettin’ searched
Nigga, Tip been solid, speak against his name in the hood
And you will get slapped out ’bout it, had straps out wildin’
But moments in the past just made me who I am
That’s why I don’t run from it
Keep it one hunnid’, anyone who don’t like it, then fuck ’em
Get a little money then double level
Came a way from sellin’ weed in the envelope
To Puff Daddy standin’ with in Chinchilla
Road run, Rubberband Man
Made a hundred mil’ off of fifty grand
Well, Goddamn, my suggestion is that you follow your dreams in this bitch
Put your heart in this shit, you’re bound to get rich, no cap

[Chorus: T.I.]
Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young niggas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon
Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young niggas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

[Verse 2: Lil Baby]
I just wore two million worth of jewelry to an interview
I got people askin’ me “What the fuck done got into you”
I done put it all on the line, I knew that the rent was due
Hard to go and get, no trippin’, it wasn’t no handouts
Corner store got hot, we start sellin’ ’em out my man house
We ain’t never have nothin’, stay pullin’ bands out
I been runnin’ it up and I heard he ran out
Know these pussy niggas wishin’ shit would fan out, it won’t
How you make the gun go on safety? It don’t
You that young turnt nigga, baby, for shit, sure
Never in my feelings ’bout a broad, she can hit, bro
Red inside, Rolls truck, call it Big Boat
Heard a nigga say he want smoke
Switch out my clip on my pole, had to add a lil’ more
I ain’t really up for no arguin’
Nigga said he gon’ do what? Bitch, beg your pardon

[Chorus: T.I.]
Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young niggas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon
Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young niggas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon

[Verse 3: T.I.]
Shut up, sucka nigga, get up
Crazy in your head thinkin’ you can get us hit up
Foreign, automotive all in my lawn
Yawn, did this so long it’s gettin’ borin’
Trapped into the culture, made a motherfuckin’ lifestyle
Shoutout to my niggas doin’ trap-music right now
You know we ain’t with the hype, a million on the mic
Get to switchin’ out a queen, just ’cause she ain’t what we like
I’m a king, done my thing from the green to the white
When you finished with opinions, I got four or five classics
Say I ain’t the shit, that nigga must be dippin’ acid
Fuck what all them other niggas doin’, all I know is keep goin’
Start gettin’ money, I enjoyed it, started sellin’ crack for employment
Make it out of Georgia, that was a nigga only intent
Get the suckas out the way and get rich
Blockin’ my path, boy, the .40 Kal start barkin’ like my nigga DMX in this bitch
I’m a vet at this shit and all I ever been was authentic
Twenty years I been handlin’ my business
Get in my bag, stackin’ my pennies
Buyin’ everything on the west side of the city
‘Cause that’s where all the niggas don’t play about Tip
So, what I care ’bout what you got to say to Tip
Nigga, beg your pardon

[Chorus: T.I.]
Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young niggas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon
Heard somebody say I wasn’t poppin’
Well, they been misinformed, I got a hundred K in my pocket
I be outside totin’ carbon
With the young niggas shootin’ like Harden, beg your pardon
I just put the Patek on a throwaway
Shawty tried to take a nigga soul away, beg your pardon
Big body rolls give me road rage
Swervin’ in an Aston Martin, nigga, beg your pardon