The King T-Pain (Ft. Big K.R.I.T. & Bun B)

[Hook: T-Pain]
I reign supreme
Old school whip, on lean
You gone bow down to me
In the streets, they call me the king
They call me the king
They call me the king
I put it down for the crown so believe
That you gon bow down to me
They call me the king

[Verse 1: Bun B]
That’s right my nigga, ain’t no other way to address me
King of the trill and king of the underground for real, so don’t try and test me
In the south it’s like I’m a Presley
So make sure and use proper nomenclature
When you’re king, it don’t mean it don’t mean that no men hate ya
It mean that more men hate ya
We not kissing no ass to be accepted
So if you don’t fuck with me cool, guess what, I don’t fuck with you fool
But still I’m gone be respected
Calm down when shit get hectic
Turn up when they least expect it
And it’s always family first cause I would never leave them neglected
The hardest out here, we never soft
No hesitating, we’re breaking you off
But never the less, never will settle for less
I’m professor but just call me prof
I did what they wouldn’t and went where they couldn’t, you can’t deny it
Spoke up when others was quiet
Think that it’s easy? I dare you to try it
I been in the game, always gon be in the game as long as I choose it
Just know that it’s deeper than money, and deeper than media, deeper than music
So long as I keep it 100 with nothing to hide, they’ll never refuse it
That’s why I’m holding my own, seated on throne, I’ll never lose it
Because I’m the king