The King - T-Pain, Big K.R.I.T., Bun B

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

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

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

K-R-I-T, king of the south

Fuck what you heard, nigga fuck what you thought

Old school cheer, swinging like Thor

Bow down to greatness when you enter my car

Behead my foes, threw them in my vault

Got a bad bitch and she straighten my fur

Gripping wood grain like a battle ax, handle that

Staking my claim, nigga I was here first

Put my flag on it, multi till the sun die, better believe that bitch

On Mount Olympus throwing lightning bolts at these nonbelievers,

did you see that shit?

I’m a country nigga with a bigger dick

On Ellen, she generous

My father helped me up at birth

Like you gon be king, no matter what state you’re in

I was like back back back then I’m breaded up like a bread truck

Breaded us, more of us, angels came to me in visions

Some of them sipping, I think you said enough

Ready to take over, just what you came for

When you pour the wine you can drink slow

I can see the hate from every angle

Watch me burn this bitch down like Django

Let me ride man, keep the grass cut in my kingdom

Cause that’s where the poisonous snakes like to hide man

Pushing my niece and my nephew on playgrounds the only thing Imma let slide man

Do it for people, forever been regal, you know that it’s real

I learned from the kings that came before me, man always stay trill

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