P$c - I'm A King - Sözleri

(T.I.)

Big Country Cane, Big Homie What it is

I think I’m a rap straight up for these niggas

Now Everybody wanna be the king of the south

When they ain’t runnin a damn thing but they mouth no doubt

It’s all good ya’ll just statin ya’ll opinion

But in the south in any hood it’s understood without saying it’s a given

It ain’t because of what I’m doin for a livin,

it’s more because of what I do and how I’m livin

Not to mention when I’m rappin

I’m just hurtin niggas feelings

And still chillin on Simpson and Center Hill

Made provisions for the clique that continue keep it pimpin

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

So Say what you want and do what you please

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

I run a record label and a crew of Gs

So, niggas’ll come and look for you if a sneeze

Or even breathe the wrong way

Ya better do what the song say

And be easy or else it’ll be a long day



(Chorus)

I’m a King – Bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans

I’m a King – ya twisted nigga couldn’t see me in your dreams

I’m a King – Top topic of all of ya magazines

I’m a King – head of the body leader of the team

I’m a King – Remember I can get ya block knocked off

I’m a King – a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off

I’m a King – I’m connected nationwide but in the South

I’m a King – just respect it and keep my name out ya mouth

I’m a King



(PSC)

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

Been calling shots simply from my flows existed

And still find birds in my momma kitchen

Ya might see me burning bert in a sub-division

I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin what ya know about that

I keep a bad grin with that bear top back

My jeans feel tight cause my pockets stay fat

Player better know that

My neck got so much shit dangling

Big dick, big chain it just keep on hanging

Got a Hollywood hoe and a broad that be sanging

They be hatin cause I’m famous don’t know what I was thinking



This for every young nigga thinking he passed me

I just think of you gone and that shit’ll be nasty

I’m a stay ballin off of my old school classics

The strength got big bank let’s see if you can match it



(Chorus)



Shorty I’m down with the king so call me the greatest

The number 1 hustler I keep the street blazin

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

Why ya’ll cherry picking hustlers out here slavin

Fat king shit nigga runs deep in my veins

Pumped through my heart live in my bone marrow man that’s pimpin

My game is premium like octane, can’t tell me nothing about stacking these benjamins



(T.I.)

I’m a king of the dirty see me seated in the throne,

Over ruled of the dudes like Cesar did in Rome

Wore the prints so demanded that had an ora so strong

The south ain’t been represented like this in so long

I’m an emperor ya best be glad I’m working on my temper

Otherwise I’ll cock a pistol and send some missiles to your temple

Disrespect, I’m a blooka till it gets straight and simple

Brass knuckles to ya dentals blast suckers in they dimples



(Chorus)












		
			



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