[T.I.]

Rebel for the hell of it, hella rich

Never have to sell a brick again, must I tell a bitch again

The bullshit I'm addressin check I'm on some next level shit

Never been fucked in the game, I'm celibate

Rarely out my element, barely out the ghetto with

One foot out and one foot in, intelligent as fellas get

Listen let's settle this - be clear

I could fall back seven years, still it ain't no one ahead of me

Consider it a blessin if you get to stand next to me

Five star general, O.G. veteran

Caked like Entenmann's, blowin that celery

Stack that cash like the U.S. treasury

Every single thing I ever did was done heavily

Rap until you're 70, still ain't no catchin me

Put it on my pops, Big Phil, Aunt Beverly

Be standin on the top still after they bury me

Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant

Ain't got long hot songs, best cherish it

Cool when I drop mine that's over, finito

You payin for your foul like a free throw, baow!

Now, how could a nigga think that he could see me

Other than the magazine covers or the TV

Know I sold mo' mixtapes than your CD

You're waitin on your big break, prayin you could be me

You ain't made it far as D.C., on the low

I been all around the globe like a God how they treat me

Broads hit they knees, eyes closed when they greet me

Mouth wide open just, beggin me to skeet-skeet

You in a deep sleep, stop dreamin

I'm six albums in for 10 years I been five hot steamin

The limelight's mine, I'm gleamin, beamin

That's why I say I'm King bitch I got my reasons



[Chorus: T.I.]

Wrist so frosty, neck so chilly (bing)

All on my mind is to get more millies (what?)

Niggaz talk shit that's silly (HA!)

Shawty he ain't about that really (nah) is he? (AY!)

Nigga I'm illy (yeahhhh)

Haha, haha, haha, hey

Ay, I run this city, clearly (BANKHEAD!)

Tell 'em get lost, I'm busy, really?

Nigga I'm illy



[T.I.]

Where niggaz get off? Piss off!

Me and mine oughta take time to pop a lid off

Shit all, over the whereabouts of me, is y'all

sick in yo' fuckin mind, you figurin I'ma fizz off

Never cooled off, Tip scorchin

Minimal injury thought they wishin me maximum misfortune

Number one hands down, flows paint portraits

Everybody thinks you stink like horse shit

House full of chicks on some "Girl Next Door" shit

A king who once sell 30 mil' out the store quick

Of course this case lost all my endorsements

Tripled up on real estate, still buyin more shit

But Tip bankrupt accordin to your sources

I'm still caked up along with more reinforcements

Tore shit, up from the lab up to the rooftops

Officially, the hottest nigga rappin since 2Pac

'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me

I'm out my fuckin mind, need counselin

Please don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothin

It's all fun and games 'til somebody start bustin

'Member my discussion when rappers be battlin

I find out about it, better get to skedaddlin

Pack your family bags, move 'em out to Seattle and

We ever cross paths you'll need ambulance and bandages

Live life glamorous, so extravagant

Mandarin, oriental worldwide travellin

Hip-Hop champion, for real though

You couldn't fuck with me with a Brazil hoe nigga, but still though



[Chorus - 2X]



[T.I. - over Chorus]

Hahaha, HEY...

Ay just remember I do this shit when I want to nigga

It's me nigga!

Zone One homie

Yeah, yeah...

I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap like this 

when I ain't did it that way nigga

FUCK you partner!

Yeah!



Yeahhhhh - this the King, bitch!