Grand Royal - T.I.

[T.I. - talking]
What? (N_gga, what.)
I'm the King of the Motherf_ckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P n_gga.)
Picture that, n_gga. (Try me then n_gga. King of the South.)
I ain't got no hits.
N_gga, kiss my ass, n_gga. (Bust me then, s_cka. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
N_gga, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, n_gga.
N_gga, I can fight n_gga. I can say what the f_ck I wanna say, n_gga. (PSC.)
King of the got damn south. Bust me then, n_gga.

[Verse 1]
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 d_ck ridin, your sh_t's tired
I doubt if even your b_tch buy it for six 'ollars
I can't see how n_ggas who not spittin ask why they not winnin'
Or why their record not spinnin, why n_ggas not feelin it
Cause that sh_t is not real, and we know you're not out killin sh_t

[Chorus 2X]
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

[Verse 2]
I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, n_gga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, n_gga
I ain't a rap n_gga, I just happen to rap
what is different?
I ain't gotta act and still i'm hotta than that n_gga
I think all of ya wack n_ggas 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 f_ck do i care what you sayin
I'm T.I.P.

[Chorus 2X]

What, what, what
Yal still ain't heard
P_ssy n_gga, yal still ain't heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherf_ckin mouth
Or come see bout me, homie

[Verse 3]
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 n_ggas 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 f_ckin 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

[Chorus 3x]

[T.I. - talking]
King of the South
Motherf_ck yal n_ggas
N_gga, yal don't know
This my city, n_gga
ATL, n_gga
I washawty born and raised, n_gga
Die here
Born and raised, n_gga
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One n_gga down goin be Bankhead dead
N_gga, what?
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherf_cker
You don't like it, n_gga
Kiss my motherf_ckin ass
Get a Benz then talk, n_gga
I don't give a f_ck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
N_gga, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me somethin, n_gga
You don't like down south
F_ck you then
Got plenty d_ck for your mouth
Ho ass n_gga
I can fight
Come see bout me
Ho ass n_gga
PSC in this muthaf_cka

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