BIG K.R.I.T. - King Of The South lyrics
rate me(Hook)
Grew up on the country side o' town
Now I'm balling unda city lights
Grew up on the country side o' town
Now I'm balling unda city lights
King of the south, king o' the south, king o' the south
King of the south, king o' the south, king o' the south
Grew up on the country side o' town
(Verse)
MI crooked my nigga, do it fo' the south, ya'll know
Born and raised where the rebel flags from slaves
Grew up where ya'll niggas won't go
Rep that, rep that shit like I own it
I did it big fo' my fam and my homies
I got the biggest house on my block, foreign wit the drop
Fo' the times I was out here homeless, God flow
Time and time again I tried 2 tear these niggas
Yo what I say 2 these niggas?
Reebok, on tap dance, do whateva fo' a sack, give a lap dance bitch ass nigga
Fee-fi-fo-coked-up feelin'
25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit changed
Rollin' in a ham sandwich
My hands are so clear ya think I might be concealin' cocaine
Light at the end of the tunnel when you're flexing it's hard 2 humble
Talking 4th down, can't throw the ball 2 Def Jam
Cuz they might fumble, kick that south flow that ya can't get
Try 2 fuck the world but my dick won't fit
My bitch like KRIT, muthafuck they feelins!
Ya wanna be king, gotta claim that shit!
I'm talkin' bout off wit they heads
When ya put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs
When ya come from the country
Yo feet on the snakes that may come out the beds
I ain't playin' no games! I leave wit the future, ya follow these lames
I embody the South, the swaine, the grain
The trunk wit the bang, the gold in they mouth
(Hook)
Grew up on the country side o' town
Now I'm balling unda city lights
Grew up on the country side o' town
Now I'm balling unda city lights
King of the south, king o' the south, king o' the south
King of the south, king o' the south, king o' the south
Grew up on the country side o' town
(Verse 2)
Ain't no luv in the coliseum, this shit here been a bloodsport
Keep what ya kill, fuck if they live cuz errybody out here cutthroat
I've been quietly waitin'
Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was achin'
Errybody wanna see a monsta
Till they see the monster, the monsta holla out, what's shakin'?!
I know what ya thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
He must not know betta at all, titans collide on the Zeus 2 survive
If not me bitch, who the fuck ya gone call?
It rain from the mountain tops, still blood stains on the leaves
I don’t do it fo' the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OG
And them country folk that can't talk that shit
This ain't yo curb so don't walk that bitch!
This ain't yo post so keep off that shit
Go find a cliff and jump off that bitch, if ya don't think that I'm King
I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop the flight
I could murder yo favorite rapper
And all I get is no way a Mississippi nigga really that nice!
Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em
I said it six times cuz it's my pleasure
Say it 1 mo' time fo' just fo' good measure, fuck em
Raised by the King that befo' me, slowly crept up and still paid dues
I embody the South, the swang, the bang, the soul and the paint and the blues
(Hook)
Grew up on the country side o' town
Now I'm balling unda city lights
Grew up on the country side o' town
Now I'm balling unda city lights
King of the south, king o' the south, king o' the south
King of the south, king o' the south, king o' the south
Grew up on the country side o' town
