King Of The South Lyrics - Cadillactica - Big K.r.i.t.

Grew up on the country side of town 

Now I'm ballin' under city lights 

Grew up on the country side of town 

Now I'm ballin' under city lights 

King of the south, king of the south, king of the south 

King of the south, king of the south, king of the south 

Grew up on the country side of town 

M-I crooked my nigga 

Do it for the south, ya'll know 

Born and raised where the rebel flags from slaves 

Grew up where ya'll niggas won't go 

Rep that, rep that shit like I own it 

I did it big for my fam and my homies 

I got the biggest house on my block, foreign with the drop 

For the times I was out here homeless, God flow 

Time and time again I tried to tell these niggas 

Yo what I say to these niggas? 

(?) on tap dance, do whatever for a sack 

Give a lap dance bitch ass nigga 

(?) flow coke up 

25 lighters on my dresser, ain't shit changed 

Rollin' in the (?) 

So clean you think might I been selling cocaine 

Light at the end of the tunnel 

When you're flexin' it's hard to humble 

Talkin' fourth down, can't throw the ball to Def Jam 

Cause they might fumble 

Kick that south flow that you can't get 

Try to fuck the world but my dick won't fit 

My bitch like "KRIT, motherfuck they feelings 

You wanna be king, gotta claim that shit" 

I'm talkin' 'bout off with they heads 

When you put on a mink, gotta creep down stairs 

When you come from the country 

Your feet on the snakes (?) make clothes out of bails 

I ain't playin' no games 

I leave with the future, you follow these lames 

I embody the South, the swing, the grain 

The trunk with the bang, the gold in their mouth 

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Ain't no love in the coliseum 

This shit here been a bloodsport 

Keep what you kill, fuck if they live 

Cause everybody out here cutthroat 

I've been quietly waitin' 

Deep in my dungeon, my stomach was rumblin', my belly was achin' 

Everybody wanna see a monster 

Till they see the monster, the monster holla out, "What's shakin'?" 

I know what you thinking, this nigga shit, must not be stankin' 

He must not know better at all 

Titans collide on the Zeus to survive 

If not me bitch, who the fuck you gone call? 

To rain from the mountain tops 

Still blood stains on the leaves 

I don't do it for the (?) comment (?), I do it for the OGs 

And them country folk that can't talk that shit 

This ain't your curb, don't walk that bitch 

This ain't your porch, so keep off that shit 

Go find a cliff and jump off that bitch 

If you don't think that I'm king 

I done proved them wrong like twice, can't stop my fight 

I could murder your favorite rapper 

And all I get is "No way a Mississippi nigga really that nice!" 

Fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em, fuck em 

I said it six times cause it's my pleasure 

Say it one more time for just for good measure, fuck em 

Raised by the King that before me 

Slowly crept up and still paid dues 

I embody the South, the swang, the bang 

The soul and the paint and the blues 

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