Grand Royal
T.I. Lyrics


Jump to: Overall Meaning ↴  Line by Line Meaning ↴

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

[Verse 1]
Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things
Way down the block, man
Swerving in and out of lanes, getting some hot brain
I'm telling ya, I'm hot man
From here to Scott Lane
You know the day I drop, man
Shawty, I'm not playing
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 dick riding, your shit's tired
I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars
I can't see how niggas who not spitting ask why they not winnin'
Or why their record not spinning, why niggas not feeling it
Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killing shit

[Chorus: x2]
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, nigga
Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
I ain't a rap nigga, I just happen to rap
What is different?
I ain't gotta act and still I'm hotter than that nigga
I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques
To the real killers and crack dealers writing your script
Get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for trying 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 complaining
Like Outkast and Goodie Mob
What the hell and the fuck do I care what you saying
I'm T.I.P.

[Chorus: x2]

What, what, what
Y'all still ain't heard
Pussy nigga, y'all still ain't heard
T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfucking 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 busting
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, 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 niggas 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 dying to die for me
Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me
Now don't be fucking round, f-fore you be ducking down
You ain't going hear that busting 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, rapping just was my hobby
I'm king hood

[Chorus: x3]

[T.I.]
What?
King of the South
Motherfuck y'all niggas
What?
Nigga, yal don't know
This my city, nigga
ATL, nigga
What?
I washawty born and raised, nigga
Die here
Born and raised, nigga
Bankhead-born, Bankhead-bred
One nigga down going be Bankhead dead
Nigga, what?
Outbust me then
ATL in this motherfucker
You don't like it, nigga
Kiss my motherfucking ass
Get a Benz then talk, nigga
I don't give a fuck what you think about that little bitty-ass house you got
Nigga, get a house on a lake
Then come tell me something, nigga
You don't like down south
Fuck you then
Got plenty dick for your mouth
Ho ass nigga
I can fight
Come see bout me




Ho ass nigga
PSC in this motherfucker

Overall Meaning

In the opening lines of T.I.’s “Grand Royal,” the rapper asserts his dominance as the king of the South. He encourages anyone who doesn’t believe him to try him and even goes as far as to suggest that if anyone outbusts him, then he’ll give them the crown. T.I. goes on to take shots at other rappers in the industry, accusing them of not being real and riding the coattails of legends like Biggie and Tupac. He raps about his longevity in the game and how he’s been spitting since the late 90s, and how all of the “wack” rappers should give their plaques to the ones who are “writing your script." T.I. is confident in his artistry and claims his place in hip-hop history as labeled by legends like Outkast and Goodie Mob who haven't complained about his work.


Throughout the song, T.I. exudes confidence and seems to have no qualms about his position as a top-tier rapper. He asserts his rap supremacy by affirming that he doesn’t need to pretend to be something he’s not to make good music. The song serves as a reminder of T.I's skill and influence even as the genre shifts and evolves over time.


Line by Line Meaning

What? (Nigga, what.)
T.I. is addressing his listeners in a confrontational way and essentially asking if they have a problem with him.


I'm the King of the Motherfuckin south. (Huh, what? I'm T.I.P nigga.)
T.I. is asserting his dominance as the King of southern hip hop and reaffirming his identity as 'T.I.P.'.


Picture that, nigga. (Try me then nigga. King of the South.)
T.I. challenges anyone who doubts his claim to the throne of southern hip hop, daring them to outdo him.


I ain't got no hits. Nigga, kiss my ass, nigga. (Bust me then, sucker. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.)
T.I. dismisses negative opinions about his lack of hits, daring critics to try and take him down if they think they can do better.


Nigga, I been bustin'. You don't like it. Outbust me then, nigga.
T.I. continues to assert his dominance as a rapper and challenges anyone who disagrees with him to come up with better rhymes.


Nigga, I can fight nigga. I can say what the fuck I wanna say, nigga. (PSC.)
T.I. further asserts his dominance by claiming that he can handle himself outside the world of rap and that he can say whatever he wants to say.


Might see T.I.P in one of them drop things Way down the block, man Swerving in and out of lanes, getting some hot brain
T.I. paints a picture of himself cruising down the street in a luxury car, potentially receiving oral sex from a woman.


From here to Scott Lane You know the day I drop, man Shawty, I'm not playing
T.I. declares that he is not playing around and is serious about his claim to be King of the South.


I-I-I can't stand it I'm taking over spots to damage that B.I.G and Pac image you got Stop dick riding, your shit's tired
T.I. is tired of hearing other rappers ride the coattails of deceased legends like the Notorious B.I.G and Tupac Shakur, and is determined to make a name for himself on his own terms.


I doubt if even your bitch buy it for six 'ollars I can't see how niggas who not spitting ask why they not winnin' Or why their record not spinning, why niggas not feeling it Cause that shit is not real, and we know you're not out killing shit
T.I. expresses disbelief that anyone would pay for another rapper's music and asserts that those who are not succeeding in the industry probably lack authenticity.


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
T.I. reiterates his claim to be King of the South and dares anyone to try and take his crown away by outperforming him.


I been spittin since way back like the seats in the Lac, nigga Since the days of 97 sats in the back of the trap, nigga
T.I. boasts about his long history of rapping, going as far back as the late 90s.


I think all of ya wack niggas should give your plaques To the real killers and crack dealers writing your script Get a grip, you need your ass whipped, for trying to be famous
T.I. criticizes other rappers who he deems to be inauthentic, suggesting their lyrics are written for them by other people and that they are merely trying to achieve fame without putting in the work.


Cause if the legends of the south ain't complaining Like Outkast and Goodie Mob What the hell and the fuck do I care what you saying I'm T.I.P.
T.I. asserts that he does not care about negative opinions from others, pointing out that respected southern legends like Outkast and Goodie Mob aren't complaining about his success.


I was the King of the South before my single was out I gave you everything from the ho to the dope game
T.I. believes that he was already the King of the South before he even released a single, and suggests that he deserves credit for popularizing southern rap culture.


Now hey, don't play no games with me I ain't no lame sissy
T.I. warns other rappers not to mess with him and asserts his masculinity.


Know if they came with me, that they dying to die for me Or bust a 45 at the blink of a eye for me
T.I. suggests that his friends would be willing to die or kill for him without hesitation.


Now don't be fucking round, f-fore you be ducking down You ain't going hear that busting sound Til right 'fore you touch the ground
T.I. threatens his enemies with the sound of gunfire, and suggests that they won't even know what hit them.


T.I.P., King of the South, shut your motherfucking mouth Or come see bout me, homie
T.I. tells his critics to either stop talking or to come to him and settle things in person.




Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: CLIFFORD HARRIS, CLIFFORD J. HARRIS

Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
To comment on or correct specific content, highlight it

Genre not found
Artist not found
Album not found
Song not found

More Versions