Grand Royal

What? (Nigga, what.)

I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)

Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)

I ain't got no hits.

Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)

Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, nigga.

Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)

King of the got damn south. Bust me then, nigga.

Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things

Way down the block, man

Swervin in and out of lanes, gettin some hot brain

I'm tellin ya, I'm hot man

From here to Scott Lane

You know the day I drop, man

Shawty, I'm not playin

Now hold up, st-stop dammit

Shawty, you're not jammin'

If you hear one more, got dammit

I-I-I can't stand it

I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got

Stop dick ridin, your shit's tired

I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars

I can't see how niggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin'

Or why their record not spinnin, why niggas not feelin it

Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killin shit

Crown grand royalty

Shawty, I must be

Whoever wanna shut me, uh-up

Just outbust me

Until then I'm king hood, don't act like you ain't know it

You wanna be supreme, hood, go get 16 for it

I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga

Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga

I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap

what is different?

I ain't gotta act and still i'm hotta than that nigga

I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques

to the real killas and crack dealers writing your script

get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for tryin to be famous

everybody know my flow is chainless and that's how i remain

is T-I-P, K-I-N-G, O-F-D-A-S-O, a U-T-H

labeled as one of the greatest when it comes to the flow

give a damn what you think

cause if the legends of the south ain't complainin

like Outkast and Goodie Mob

what the hell and the fuck do i care what you sayin

I'm T.I.P.

What, what, what

Yal still ain't heard

Pussy nigga, yal still ain't heard

T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfuckin mouth

Or come see bout me, homie

Well, whether you can't live with it

Or you just can't love it

One thing that you can't say

is shawty we ain't bustin

I was the King of the South before my single was out

I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game

Now hold up, wa-uh-wait shawty, wanna buy at 8 shorties

So go and get the weight shawty, out of the safe for me

They all can go for 140, meet me at 1:40

Now hey, don't play no games with me

I ain't no lame sissy

All I'ma bring wit me, is the niggas who hang with me

They smoke and drank and slang with me

So they'll bang with me

Know if they came with me, that they dyin to die for me

Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me

Now don't be fuckin round, f-fore you be duckin down

You ain't goin hear that bustin sound

Til right 'fore you touch the ground

Now know that AK'll turn you browner than Bobby

and I were raised in the yay, rappin just was my hobby

I'm king hood

What?

King of the South

Motherfuck yal niggas

What?

Nigga, yal don't know

This my city, nigga

ATL, nigga

What?

I washawty born and raised, nigga

Die here

Born and raised, nigga

Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred

One nigga down goin be Bankhead dead

Nigga, what?

Outbust me then

ATL in this motherfucker

You don't like it, nigga

Kiss my motherfuckin ass

Get a Benz then talk, nigga

I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got

Nigga, get a house on a lake

Then come tell me somethin, nigga

You don't like down south

Fuck you then

Got plenty dick for your mouth

Ho ass nigga

I can fight

Come see bout me

Ho ass nigga

PSC in this muthafucka