T.I.

You know what the fuck goin’ on, man

You better strap in your seat

Well, it’s gon’ be a rough ride

It’s the king, bitch

I went from rags to riches to a feature with Tip (Woo)

I went from Smart Card to a bitch with some smart lips (Skrrt)

I do it big, ride, fly, stunt, shine and ball

I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me

It bring me great pleasure to welcome the real and banish the fake

Hate the price of fame ‘coz it cost too much (yeah boy)

See, I said I was King, and them lames started laughin’, them

Same suckers now want the King on a track with ‘em

Your label got got (Ayy!) ‘cause you are not hot (Ayy!)

I got the top spot (Ayy!), and it will not stop (Ayy, ayy)

When you holla when you speak, remember you don’t know me

They love the work, that’s why I keep ‘em coming like collection plates

We flip the cake then move this shit from Georgia, baby, state to state

Still ain’t forgave myself, damn

It’s a lot of fucked up shit that go down, man

You don’t even know the half