King of the South

Album: Cadillactica (2014)
  • Grew up on the country side of town
    Now I'm ballin' under city lights
    Grew up on the country side of town
    Now I'm ballin' under city lights
    King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
    King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
    Grew up on the country side of town

    M-I crooked my nigga
    Do it for the south, ya'll know
    Born and raised where the rebel flag hang from the slaves
    Grew up where ya'll niggas won't go
    Rep that, rep that shit like I own it
    I did it big for my fam and my homies
    I got the biggest house on my block, foreign with the drop
    For the times I was out here homeless, God flow
    Time and time again I tried to tell these niggas
    Yo what I say to these niggas?
    Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a sack
    Give a lap dance bitch ass nigga
    B bop flow coke up
    25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit changed
    Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a stretcher
    So clean you think might I been selling cocaine
    Light at the end of the tunnel
    When you're flexin' it's hard to be humble
    Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam
    Cause they might fumble
    Kick that south flow that you can't get
    Try to fuck the world but my dick won't fit
    My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings
    You wanna be king, gotta claim that shit"
    I'm talkin' 'bout off with they heads
    When you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs
    When you come from the country
    Your feet on the snakes would will make clothes out of bails
    I ain't playin' no games
    I leave with the future, you follow these lames
    I embody the South, the swing, the grain
    The trunk with the bang, the gold in their mouth

    Grew up on the country side of town
    Now I'm ballin' under city lights
    Grew up on the country side of town
    Now I'm ballin' under city lights
    King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
    King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
    Grew up on the country side of town

    Ain't no love in the coliseum
    This shit here been a bloodsport
    Keep what you kill, fuck if they live
    Cause everybody out here cutthroat
    I've been quietly waitin'
    Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was achin'
    Everybody wanna see a monster
    Till they see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?"
    I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin'
    He must not know better at all
    Titans collide on the Zeus to survive
    If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone call?
    To rain from the mountain tops
    Still blood stains on the leaves
    I don't do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs
    And them country folk that can't talk that shit
    This ain't your curb, don't walk that bitch
    This ain't your porch, so keep off that shit
    Go find a cliff and jump off that bitch
    If you don't think that I'm king
    I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight
    I could murder your 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 cause it's my pleasure
    Say it one more time for just for good measure, fuck em
    Raised by the King that before me
    Slowly crept up and still paid dues
    I embody the South, the swang, the bang
    The soul and the paint and the blues

    Grew up on the country side of town
    Now I'm ballin' under city lights
    Grew up on the country side of town
    Now I'm ballin' under city lights
    King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
    King of the south, king of the south, king of the south
    Grew up on the country side of town Writer/s: JUSTIN LEWIS SCOTT
    Publisher: Universal Music Publishing Group
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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