I been a menace to society

Since when

Since menace to society

Still refused to become a legitimate citizen quietly

Felt like my label hidin' me

But here I am anyway

I might be back to slangin' grams any day

And if this record flop

Well I'll be-back

Wit' a bomb of hard

Wit' C-Rod and the squad

This whole industry's a fa&231 ade

Man this ain't real life

Half these rappers don't know what sacrifice feel like

Man these n***az is all hype

Not even rappin' on real mics

They just get high and say whatever the f**k they feel like

They make me feel like bustin' these n***az one at a time

And I'm still outbustin' these n***az

H*e pick a rhyme

Ay what these other n***az talkin'

I don't believe that s**t

I'm the king 'cause I said it

And I mean that s**t

Ay what's so special 'bout him

Ay he ain't all that s**t

I set the city in fire

Have you seen that s**t

Ay what these other n***az talkin'

I don't believe that s**t

I'm the king 'cause I said it

And I mean that s**t

Ay what's the big deal about him

He ain't even that s**t

I set the city on fire

Have you seen that s**t

It's only five rappers outta Atlanta who bustin'

And I'm one of 'em

The other four you know who you are

But if you gotta think twice

Well shawty you ain't nice

Regardless of your publishing deal

You can't write

I'm the best thing left blowin' breath on the mic

The king of the south

Nothin' else worth a fight

You wanna bet

Well put yo' budget up

Match the price

Me and you like putting matches to ice

You won't make it

Before I had a deal

I was still butt naked

God signed this like keeping' the Lord's promise

The truth n***a

Like Beenie's first LP

You can do a song with N'Sync

And couldn't outsell me

I'm a legend in my own time

A prophet in my own rhymes

A king wit' a concubine

N***az like you a dime a dozen

They come and go

So why I'm runnin' now

And I ain't never run before

Grab choppers cock 'em and blow

Stoppin' the show

Bet or owe 'em droppin' the h*es

You just keep watchin' the door

Pop 'em watch 'em drop to the floor

Fluff his pockets and go

Put a quarter block on his nose

And a glock in his clothes

He can keep his watches and gold

For his momma to hold

She'll be there buyin' the h*es

Before the drama unfolds

They know shawty outta control

Got me hot as a stove

Puttin' holes in yo' Girbaud

Wettin' up yo' polos

44's and Callico's

A black and a chrome

Lettin' loose and splackin' your dome

Hoppin' back in the Brougham

Known for kickin' in yo' door

Wavin' gats in yo' home

Clearin' it out

I'm sorry I ain't hearin' you out

You hearin' about

The squad pumpin' Fe in your heart

Because you know sacrifice

Was near and dear to your heart

Ay my n***az

Y'all already know what it is

T-I-P Grand Hustle Pimp Squad

For life n***a

Sanchez on the beat dig this man

I'ma keep it always pimpin'

I'm stayin' down

Y'all n***az gone send yo' demos in

Get cha little motherf**kin' deal

Go sell records

N***a I got houses I got blow I got dro

N***a I got h*es n***a I got property n***a

What you wanna do n***a

F**k y'all n***az

Come see about me if you don't like it

King of da God d**n south

Rubberband man in this b***h

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