I'm A King

(feat. Lil Scrappy, T.I.)

[Verse One: T.I.]

Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South

When, they ain't runnin a damn thing but they mouth

No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin y'all opinion

But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin

It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin for a livin

It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin

Not to mention when I'm rappin I'm just hurtin niggaz feelings

(Niggaz feelings) And still chillin on somethin that's into healing

Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin it pimpin

Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling

So say what you want, and do what you please

But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees

I run a record label and a crew of G's

So, niggaz'll come and look for you if ya sneeze

or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say

And be easy, or else it'll be a long day

[Chorus: T.I.]

I'm a king - bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans

I'm a king - you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams

I'm a king - top topic of all of your magazines

I'm a king - head of the body, leader of the team

I'm a king - remember I can get your block knocked off

I'm a king - a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off

I'm a king - I'm connectin nationwide but in the South

I'm a king - just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth

[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]

I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted

Been callin shots simpin 'fore my flows existed

And still find birds in my momma kitchen

You might see me burnin purple in the subdivision

I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin

Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda

with that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight

cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that

My neck got so much shit, danglin

Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin

Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be sangin

They be hatin cause I'm famous {?} what I was thankin

And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me

Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty

I'ma stay ballin, ballin off my old school classic

Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: P$C]

Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest

Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin

If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins

While y'all cherry pickin hustlers out here slavin

That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins

Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne

That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane

Cain't tell me nuttin 'bout stackin these Benja-maynes

I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne

Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome

With a prince that's so demandin and an aura so strong

The South ain't been represented like this in so long

I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin on my temper

Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple

Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple

Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckers in they dimples

[Chorus]

[T.I.] I'm a king