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- Writer: Bosslady
- Artist(s): T.I. Ft. Kevin Gates
- Track Title: Active
- Released Date: 2023
- Category: Music
- File Type: Audio
Now, it is indubitably confirm that this wonderful tune was carefully composed and delivered by the artist compared to other songs by the artist, and it is now making so much waves all over the world.
The artist was quite excited to inform the fans about this new drop on Twitter and other social media platforms earlier this weekend and you can stream it in all the music platforms.
Listen and enjoy below;
Active Lyrics
A ‘oodhu billahi min ash-Shaytan ir-rajeem
Bismillah hir rahman nir raheem
Alhamdu lillaahi Rabbil ‘aalameen
Ar-Rahmaanir-Raheem
Maaliki Yawmid-Deen
Iyyaaka na’budu wa lyyaaka nasta’een
Ihdinas-Siraatal-Mustaqeem
Siraatal-lazeena an’amta ‘alaihim ghayril-maghdoobi ‘alaihim wa lad-daaalleen
Ameen
[?]
Allahu Akbar
Uh, Luca Brasi
Louis V, used to be they treated me like Dave Chappelle
Day to day, I got my weight up, heavyweight, I weigh the scale
Trap or die, how we survive and organize, you go to jail
My lil’ young bitch a gangsta, how I keep it, that’s my, yeah (That’s my, yeah)
Any other bitch gon’ bail when they find out you can’t make bail (You can’t make bail)
Been spinnin’ before you ever placed your love with someone else
BreadWinner, alumni status, told my brother ain’t nothin’ else
I’m in that industry, they diggin’ me, got stripes under my belt
Biscayne, by the beach, I got money in my reach (I do)
[?] it’s tatted, Dior [?], got my black Amiri jeans (Ooh)
Bitch bad, if I don’t like the way she act, then I’ma leave (Yeah)
Drop a bag and get you seen, park the whip, hop out on feet (Boom-boom, boom-boom)
I’m a big soldier, Coca-Cola, bring that water to a boss
Smell the odor, drop the yola, let it melt down to the [?]
Kitchen stove, I’m standin’ over, watchin’ over Pyrex jars
Held it down on prison yards, court of law, I’m project [?]
Designer stores inside the mall, rockin’ ice, no bodyguard
A lot of work, shout out to God, workin’ out, my body hard
Bullet wounds I’m bearin’, arms tatted [?], my body scarred
Goin’ hard ain’t no facade, exotic whips in my garage
Run with niggas who gon’ step behind the kid and take they charge
I’m in charge, got some shit around my wrist, two hundred large
If I stretched ’em, let the Lord forgive ’em, bitch, ’cause I’m not sorry (I’m not)
I be swaggin’ all on campus, I’m in college, takin’ classes
Did the Urkel, lookin’ nerdy, sellin’ birds, I’m rockin’ glasses
In the trenches of Atlanta, jumpin’ out the back of Phantoms
Everybody ’round me strapped, I’ll nail a shit and we got hammers (Yeah)
Everybody ’round me stamped, show paperwork, now check my jacket (Ah-ooh)
I get active, I get active
I get active, I get active
I get active, I get active
I get active, I get active
Everybody ’round me stamped, show paperwork, now check my jacket
A three-time convicted felon, money long, and I get active