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, sucker. 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
Swerving in and out of lanes, getting some hot brain
I'm telling ya, I'm hot man
From here to Scott Lane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I'm not playing
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 riding, your shit's tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars
I can't see how niggas who not spitting ask why they not winnin'
Or why their record not spinning, why niggas not feeling it
Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killing 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 hotter than that nigga
I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques
To the real killers and crack dealers writing your script
Get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for trying 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 complaining
Like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the hell and the fuck do I care what you saying
What, what, what
Y'all still ain't heard
Pussy nigga, y'all still ain't heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfucking 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 busting
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, 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 dying to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me
Now don't be fucking round, f-fore you be ducking down
You ain't going hear that busting 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, rapping just was my hobby
I'm king hood
King of the South
Motherfuck y'all niggas
Nigga, yal don't know
This my city, nigga
I washawty born and raised, nigga
Born and raised, nigga
One nigga down going be Bankhead dead
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherfucker
You don't like it, nigga
Kiss my motherfucking 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 something, 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 motherfucker
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"Grand Royal" as written by Clifford J. Harris Clifford Harris
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