[Intro]
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South shawty (I'm the King)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, better keep my name out your mouth shawty (I'm the King)
Yeah, P$C nigga, ayy, ayy
[Verse 1]
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he just should've left the man alone
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he just should've left the man alone
All hail Atlanta's own, owner of Atlanta's throne
If he ain't want no trouble he just should've left the man alone
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
The King's been the one rеpresentin' all of Atlanta's zones
Back whеn niggas was representin' Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the 'hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
They express us from Texas to Alabama strong
From down in Miami, up to Louisiana homes
From the Carolina's, Virginia, to David Banner's home
I'm well connected, haters, best to mind your manners, homes
Got a nickel-plated .38 but, hey, the hammer chrome
And it shine like you should set the Phantom on
In it, see me ridin', gettin' blown like a sax-saxophone
Hey, shawty spit the shit, it take to cut a candle on
If I ain't on your tube dude, you must channel, channel wrong
[Chorus]
I'm the King of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's out there call me Sire, your songs okay, but I'm on fire
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm the king of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's out there call me Sire, you was on top
But I pass right by you, I will not stop and I won't retire
[Verse 2]
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
No fame, no celebrity spon'*
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
No fame, no celebrity spon'*
I came, I saw, I conquered with no big names
No fame, no celebrity sponsors
Just a game and a flow that was bonkers
Front if, front if you wanna
Dead niggas like the bitches from, "Monster"
Now you been told, say I, say I ain't warned you
And don't let it alarm you, leakin'-leakin' then the reapers upon you
Speak on me, and I'm creepin' upon you, say that I ain't the King
But you just sour, you ain't think of it aren't you
All the hatin', ain't no time to respond
I'm busy tryna conjure way-to-way to get this currency laundered
Ain't my fault your record company conned you
Sign-signin' a deal, shy of a mill' 'cause they really ain't want you
Movin' yay, it's safe to say that they on us
So it's time to move on but stay the state
And get cake sellin' big estates
I'm king of the south now, but it's fifty states
I'ma spread out and I'll eliminate who in the way
I'm 24 today, give me 'til I'm 28
I'll be ruler of all that I survey, and not just in the states
See, I bend just to win, but I ain't finna break
Most you niggas fake, fake, and I'll say it in you nigga's face
[Chorus]
I'm the King of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's out there call me Sire, your songs okay, but I'm on fire
24 inches on my rims and tires
I'm the king of the South, there is none flyer
Sucker MC's out there call me Sire, you was on top
But I pass right by you, I will not stop and I won't retire
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