歌手:T.I.
专辑:《F ck Da City Up》

作词 : T.I.
作曲 : T.I.
K. I. N. G
Solemn and envy
Ridin' in the
BentlyThey wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten
PDoin' it for my dog, (?) wit so case pending (?)
And my folk behind the (?) waterboard city (?), keep it pimpin'
Tell them hatin' ass law, *******
I'm ball so come get me
See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie
Didn't need no wheel cause the *******t so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top
I si******y air so thin need oxygen
I'm so ****** up, intoxicants
My flow still so stupid competent
Competition evidently don't know what they up against
Obviously oblivious, in the city
I'm serious
I'm seriously poppin',
I will be the reason why it's hot in here
Material you droppin' better push that back, that can't come out this year
I got this here, can't stop this, got this like
I got blocks in here
Hit the VI
P, all eyes on me like they think
Pac in here
I'm ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman
Pay *******s no concern, ain't no
DiGornio,
I'm deliverin'
Center of attention, my
P.O. just threw a wrench in my
Plan of execution,
I'm demandin' retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
*******wood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose
Cause they see a *******s influence, luxurious and affluent
They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined
Nah, nothin' doin' brah, congratulations you a bus' (?)
A really great advantage point, so take your vantage point
Watch, with the flip of a coin
The one they counted out soon become the ******* to join
Don't listen to the gossip or cut, them *******s annoyin'
They speak what
I know and think it's over for them (?)
Bow back, ya boy got fly high
With ten chicks, got high in sha la
*******s stay talkin' all that ca ca
No mucho deniro, no habla
About my dollar,
G-5, Murcielaga(?)
How automatic my chopper, they want some problems,
I got 'em[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I'll show *******s better than
Tell *******s
Paint over discussions 'bout
Push, I never fail *******s
How I'm back
Jack, listen, what the hell *******s?
This the new
God flow, the
Holy Grail *******s
Can't see me,
Book of Eli, it's in
Braille *******s
I'm on track to be the best,
I want Derrelle *******s
I bend *******(?) on *******,
I unveil(?) *******
Officially
Ice, don't at 'em, show and tell *******
Say my brother better?
Big dealBig brother, so ******* you, he hammer, can't touch him
Ride around
AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool
We laugh about it, that's cool
I'm at the top and he better?
If you think about it, we rule
My life is an open book
My stuntin' is an open look
These gold chains, these stone rings
This ******* that
I overcooked
I overcame on
Novacane,
I Frank Ocean'd that fish scale
I tip scales,
I tip hoes,
I skip jail on my tip toes
I beat the odds, bet
Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze
And these ice cubes on my ear lobes
Like strobe lights on a fish bowl
Supreme ballers, **** dealers, shot callers
GOOD Music,
Grand Hustle, what the block taught us