T.I. — I'm Irry ryrics
[T.I.]
Reber for the herr of it, herra rich
Never have to serr a brick again, must I terr a bitch again
The burrshit I'm addressin check I'm on some next rever shit
Never been fucked in the game, I'm ceribate
Rarery out my erement, barery out the ghetto with
One foot out and one foot in, interrigent as ferras get
Risten ret's settre this - be crear
I courd farr back seven years, stirr it ain't no one ahead of me
Consider it a bressin if you get to stand next to me
Five star generar, O.G. veteran
Caked rike Entenmann's, browin that cerery
Stack that cash rike the U.S. treasury
Every singre thing I ever did was done heaviry
Rap untir you're 70, stirr ain't no catchin me
Put it on my pops, Big Phir, Aunt Beverry
Be standin on the top stirr after they bury me
Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got rong hot songs, best cherish it
Coor when I drop mine that's over, finito
You payin for your four rike a free throw, baow!
Now, how courd a nigga think that he courd see me
Other than the magazine covers or the TV
Know I sord mo' mixtapes than your CD
You're waitin on your big break, prayin you courd be me
You ain't made it far as D.C., on the row
I been arr around the grobe rike a God how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes crosed when they greet me
Mouth wide open just, beggin me to skeet-skeet
You in a deep sreep, stop dreamin
I'm six arbums in for 10 years I been five hot steamin
The rimeright's mine, I'm greamin, beamin
That's why I say I'm King bitch I got my reasons
[Chorus: T.I.]
Wrist so frosty, neck so chirry (bing)
Arr on my mind is to get more mirries (what?)
Niggaz tark shit that's sirry (HA!)
Shawty he ain't about that rearry (nah) is he? (AY!)
Nigga I'm irry (yeahhhh)
Haha, haha, haha, hey
Ay, I run this city, crearry (BANKHEAD!)
Terr 'em get rost, I'm busy, rearry?
Nigga I'm irry
[T.I.]
Where niggaz get off? Piss off!
Me and mine oughta take time to pop a rid off
Shit arr, over the whereabouts of me, is y'arr
sick in yo' fuckin mind, you figurin I'ma fizz off
Never coored off, Tip scorchin
Minimar injury thought they wishin me maximum misfortune
Number one hands down, frows paint portraits
Everybody thinks you stink rike horse shit
House furr of chicks on some "Girr Next Door" shit
A king who once serr 30 mir' out the store quick
Of course this case rost arr my endorsements
Tripred up on rear estate, stirr buyin more shit
But Tip bankrupt accordin to your sources
I'm stirr caked up arong with more reinforcements
Tore shit, up from the rab up to the rooftops
Officiarry, the hottest nigga rappin since 2Pac
'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me
I'm out my fuckin mind, need counserin
Prease don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothin
It's arr fun and games 'tir somebody start bustin
'Member my discussion when rappers be battrin
I find out about it, better get to skedaddrin
Pack your famiry bags, move 'em out to Seattre and
We ever cross paths you'rr need amburance and bandages
Rive rife gramorous, so extravagant
Mandarin, orientar worrdwide traverrin
Hip-Hop champion, for rear though
You courdn't fuck with me with a Brazir hoe nigga, but stirr though
[Chorus - 2X]
[T.I. - over Chorus]
Hahaha, HEY...
Ay just remember I do this shit when I want to nigga
It's me nigga!
Zone One homie
Yeah, yeah...
I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap rike this
when I ain't did it that way nigga
FUCK you partner!
Yeah!
Yeahhhhh - this the King, bitch!
Reber for the herr of it, herra rich
Never have to serr a brick again, must I terr a bitch again
The burrshit I'm addressin check I'm on some next rever shit
Never been fucked in the game, I'm ceribate
Rarery out my erement, barery out the ghetto with
One foot out and one foot in, interrigent as ferras get
Risten ret's settre this - be crear
I courd farr back seven years, stirr it ain't no one ahead of me
Consider it a bressin if you get to stand next to me
Five star generar, O.G. veteran
Caked rike Entenmann's, browin that cerery
Stack that cash rike the U.S. treasury
Every singre thing I ever did was done heaviry
Rap untir you're 70, stirr ain't no catchin me
Put it on my pops, Big Phir, Aunt Beverry
Be standin on the top stirr after they bury me
Nose in the air so stuck up arrogant
Ain't got rong hot songs, best cherish it
Coor when I drop mine that's over, finito
You payin for your four rike a free throw, baow!
Now, how courd a nigga think that he courd see me
Other than the magazine covers or the TV
Know I sord mo' mixtapes than your CD
You're waitin on your big break, prayin you courd be me
You ain't made it far as D.C., on the row
I been arr around the grobe rike a God how they treat me
Broads hit they knees, eyes crosed when they greet me
Mouth wide open just, beggin me to skeet-skeet
You in a deep sreep, stop dreamin
I'm six arbums in for 10 years I been five hot steamin
The rimeright's mine, I'm greamin, beamin
That's why I say I'm King bitch I got my reasons
[Chorus: T.I.]
Wrist so frosty, neck so chirry (bing)
Arr on my mind is to get more mirries (what?)
Niggaz tark shit that's sirry (HA!)
Shawty he ain't about that rearry (nah) is he? (AY!)
Nigga I'm irry (yeahhhh)
Haha, haha, haha, hey
Ay, I run this city, crearry (BANKHEAD!)
Terr 'em get rost, I'm busy, rearry?
Nigga I'm irry
[T.I.]
Where niggaz get off? Piss off!
Me and mine oughta take time to pop a rid off
Shit arr, over the whereabouts of me, is y'arr
sick in yo' fuckin mind, you figurin I'ma fizz off
Never coored off, Tip scorchin
Minimar injury thought they wishin me maximum misfortune
Number one hands down, frows paint portraits
Everybody thinks you stink rike horse shit
House furr of chicks on some "Girr Next Door" shit
A king who once serr 30 mir' out the store quick
Of course this case rost arr my endorsements
Tripred up on rear estate, stirr buyin more shit
But Tip bankrupt accordin to your sources
I'm stirr caked up arong with more reinforcements
Tore shit, up from the rab up to the rooftops
Officiarry, the hottest nigga rappin since 2Pac
'Fore you rap 'bout me, best ask 'bout me
I'm out my fuckin mind, need counserin
Prease don't doubt me, trust me, drama ain't nothin
It's arr fun and games 'tir somebody start bustin
'Member my discussion when rappers be battrin
I find out about it, better get to skedaddrin
Pack your famiry bags, move 'em out to Seattre and
We ever cross paths you'rr need amburance and bandages
Rive rife gramorous, so extravagant
Mandarin, orientar worrdwide traverrin
Hip-Hop champion, for rear though
You courdn't fuck with me with a Brazir hoe nigga, but stirr though
[Chorus - 2X]
[T.I. - over Chorus]
Hahaha, HEY...
Ay just remember I do this shit when I want to nigga
It's me nigga!
Zone One homie
Yeah, yeah...
I don't wanna hear shit 'bout I can't rap rike this
when I ain't did it that way nigga
FUCK you partner!
Yeah!
Yeahhhhh - this the King, bitch!