Lyrics:
If Drake can do it
So can I
Drake's the best
That's a lie
Drake's a beast
Huh, yeah right
Drake is goofy
Yeah, you're right
So many problems
But your
And in case you forgot, I'm tha King
Yea, yea, aye, aye, aye, aye
Who I'm is, nigga?
(I'm tha King)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South, shawty
And in case you forgot, I'm tha King
Yea, yea, aye, aye, aye, aye
Who I'm is, nigga?
(I'm tha King)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South, shawty
And in case you forgot, I'm tha King
Yea, yea, aye, aye, aye, aye
Who I'm is, nigga?
(I'm tha King)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own King of the South, shawty
[Intro]
And in case you gorgot, I'm the king
Yea, yea, hey, hey, hey, hey who I'm is nigga (I'm the king)
T.I.P., Atlanta's own king of the south
those gangsters
I'm allergic to those bullets
They say Sho be a rapper or a hooper
In Golden State, I'm a warrior surrounded by those shooters
Dad
road
Racing toward Atlanta like a refugee
Passing another state line sign
I went by the stop and I counted my miles
It feels like I just got my second
of a master
You never thought you'd be bodied by a bastard
A bachelor who backspin on breakbeats
Break necks of broke souls who hate me
Hate he? you can't
said you might bring
If they're the ones that tell you that you do the right thing
Houston girls, love the way it goes down
Atlanta girls, love
Gotta do what I gotta do, yeah)
All my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where-
Tuition is handled by some
a double cup
It must be a reunion
And where I'm from you gotta put
Your mind in the gym
You gotta be strong when you
Surrounded by a sin, let's do it
Tryna
Prehistoric mind state flingstone tip
Surrounded by a bunch of grown kids
We did know it all but don’t know shit
Like how the game see they
Got your brains
Mind is not a game to play wit all day
[Verse: Drake]
I've been hated by many, wanted by plenty
Disliked by some, but confronted by none
Since they
Banging out the trap
Trapping off the block
100 in drake 30 in the glock
Banging out the trap
Trapping off the block
100 in drake 30 in the glock
was originally
Scheduled to be released last
Year, but it was pushed back
By Meek's label, Atlantic
After he was sentenced to
Six months in prison
(He
the mind of a rookie
'Cause you was suckin' his dick
And now he tired of your nookie
You claimed you never fucked Drake
Now that's where you took me
You
dreams and I'll never fall off
My flow is so cold that you probably soft
Misery my only state of mind
I'm so tired of ex's takin extra steps (uh)
Fake
on
The homie Great John on the beat, by the way
Don't Come Outside, Volume 3 out now
(Great John on the beat, by the way)
I'ma fan Heavenly Father but
right mind
Murder running in my veins like a pipeline
You could be the body on the
News that they can't find
Nothing left but a finger in
A mason jar
in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We
in Charlotte and bypassed Rock Hill
And we never was a minute late
We was ninety miles out of Atlanta by sundown
Rollin' out of Georgia state
We
charlotte and bypassed rock hill,
And we never was a minute late.
We was ninety miles out of atlanta by sundown,
Rollin' 'cross the georgia state.
We
of attraction
And how you can have anything you imagine
If you put your mind to
It maybe we can further
Their dreams take 'em where they
Want nurture their needs
main
$hort Dawg, I don't know why you tryin' to leave this game
State to state, plenty hoes and plenty money to make
Writing raps, makin' more than
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