I'm A King
Lil Scrappy/P$C/T.I. Lyrics

Now, e'rybody wanna be the king of the South
Everyone wants to claim the title of King of the South

When, they ain't runnin' a damn thing but they mouth
But in reality, they are not running anything substantial

No doubt, it's all good, y'all just statin' y'all opinion
Their opinions are noted but not taken too seriously

But in the South and in the hood it's understood without sayin'
It is widely acknowledged in this area without needing to be said

It's a given, and ain't because of what I'm doin' for a livin'
My title is a given, not because of my job

It's, mo' because of what I do and how I'm livin'
It's more based on my lifestyle and actions

Not to mention when I'm rappin' I'm just hurtin' niggaz feelings
My lyrics are powerful and can easily hurt others' feelings

(Niggas feelings) And still chillin' on somethin' that's into healing
Despite this, I remain calm and focused on positive endeavors

Made provisions for the clique to continue keepin' it pimpin'
I have organized my group to keep our lifestyle going strong

Whether crack was in the house or record sales was through the ceiling
Whether we were in the drug game or making money from music, we were successful

So say what you want, and do what you please
Others can say and do what they want, but I remain unaffected

But for fun, I shoot 22's from your shoes to your knees
I can play around and have fun, even by shooting at your shoes or knees with a BB gun

I run a record label and a crew of G's
I am in charge of a record label and group of gangsters

So, niggas'll come and look for you if ya sneeze
My crew can easily find and confront anyone who starts trouble

Or even breathe the wrong way, you better do what the song say
Any misstep can lead to trouble, so follow my advice in this song

And be easy, or else it'll be a long day
If you cause problems, it's going to be a rough day for you

I'm a king, bank rolls in the pockets of my jeans
I am a true king, with a lot of money in my pockets

I'm a king, you pussy niggaz couldn't see me in your dreams
You are no competition for me, you couldn't even beat me in your dreams

I'm a king, top topic of all of your magazines
I am the most talked-about figure in all of your magazines

I'm a king, head of the body, leader of the team
I am the leader of my crew, and in control of everything

I'm a king, remember I can get your block knocked off
Remember that I have the power to take you out

I'm a king, a Bentley coupe with the top chopped off
I ride in a top-of-the-line Bentley convertible

I'm a king, I'm connectin nationwide but in the South
I am well-connected across the nation, but especially in the South

I'm a king, just respect it and keep my name out'cha mouth
Just acknowledge my superiority and don't speak ill of me

I'm the prince shorty don't get it twisted
Although I am not yet king, do not doubt my power and influence

Been callin' shots simpin' 'fore my flows existed
I was making big decisions before I even began rapping

And still find birds in my momma kitchen
I still have women coming to my mother's house to hook up

You might see me burnin' purple in the subdivision
I may be smoking marijuana in the neighborhood

I got soldiers on deck, babyface pimpin'
I have a group of men at the ready, and I am a skilled pimp

Whatchu' know 'bout dat, I get a bad Brenda
I attract beautiful women, such as Brenda

With that vert' top back, my jeans feelin tight
I am driving a convertible with the top down, and feeling confident in my tight jeans

Cause my pockets stay fat, playa better know that
My wallet is always full, and everyone should be aware of my wealth

My neck got so much shit, danglin'
I am wearing a lot of expensive jewelry around my neck

Big dick, big chain, we just keep on hangin'
I am well-endowed and wearing a large chain, and hanging out with my crew

Got a Hollywood ho, and a broad that be sangin'
I have a prostitute and a female singer in my entourage

They be hatin cause I'm famous ? what I was thankin'
They are jealous because I am famous, which is what I was thinking

And this for every don nigga thankin he passed me
This is a message to anyone who thinks they can outdo me

Y'all just thank that you gone and the shit'll be nasty
You think you're hot stuff, but it will end badly for you

I'ma stay ballin', ballin' off my old school classic
I will continue to make money, using my old school techniques and skills

Lil Scrap got big bank, now see if you can match it
I have a lot of money, and I doubt anyone can match my wealth

Shorty I'm down with the kings, so call me the greatest
I am aligned with the most powerful people, and therefore the greatest

Number one hustler, I keep the street blazin'
I am the best at hustling, and always keeping the streets busy

If the grapes don't sell, I dry 'em up and sell raisins
If my current business isn't working, I find another way to make money

While y'all cherry pickin' hustlers out here slavin'
Others struggle to find success, while I can choose which opportunities to pursue

That king shit nigga runs deep in my veins
I was born to be a king, it comes naturally to me

Pump through my heart, live in my bone marrow mayne
It is a vital part of who I am, ingrained in my being

That's pimpin! My gas is premium like octane
That is true pimping, and I only use the best fuel for my car

Can't tell me nothin' 'bout stackin' these Benja-maynes
No one can match my ability to accumulate large amounts of cash

I'm the king of the Dirty, see me seated in the throne
I am the ruler of the grimiest area, and I am seated on the throne

Overruled other dudes like Caesar did in Rome
I have taken control and defeated other men, just like Caesar

With a prince that's so demandin' and an aura so strong
My power and influence extends to my followers, who I demand greatness from

The South ain't been represented like this in so long
No one has represented the South in such a powerful way for a long time

I'm an emperor, you best be glad I'm workin' on my temper
I am a powerful ruler, and it's a good thing I am trying to control my anger

Otherwise I'd cock a pistol, send some missiles to your temple
If I lose control, I would resort to violence and could harm you

Disrespect us I'ma blick 'em 'til I get you plain and simple
Anyone who disrespects me or my crew will be dealt with, it's that simple

Brass knuckles to your dentals blast suckers in they dimples
I will use brass knuckles to knock out your teeth, and shoot you in the cheeks

[Chorus]
Repeating the chorus