Th​a King T.I.

[Intro]
And in case you forgot, I'm the King
Yea, Yea, Aye, Aye, Aye, Aye
Who I'm is nigga (I'm the King)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South shawty (I'm the King)
Yea, Yea, Yea, Better keep my name out ya mouth shawty (I'm the King)
Yeah, P$C nigga, Aye, Aye

[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
It's been seen, shown and evident Atlanta's known
The King's been the one representing all of Atlanta's zones
Back when niggas was representing Atlanta wrong
Every shot he got, he put the hoods of Atlanta on
The big screen, then hit every trap and traveled on
Past, present to Texas to Alabama strong
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 ya manners homes
I got a nickel-plated .38, but hey the hammer chrome
And it shine like ya should set the Phantom on
In it see me riding, getting blown like a saxaphone
Hey, shawty spit the shit it take to cut a candle on
If I ain't on ya tube dude, you must got ya channel wrong