Big K.R.I.T. - King (Pt. 1) lyrics

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 n***a Do it for the south, ya'll know Born and raised where the rebel flag hang from the slaves Grew up where ya'll n***as won't go Rep that, rep that sh** 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 n***as Yo what I say to these n***as? Re-rock on tap dance, do whatever for a sack Give a lap dance b**h a** n***a B bop flow coke up 25 lighters on my dresser, ain't sh** changed Rollin' in the Hamp's image of me pedalin' like a stretcher So clean you think might I been selling c**aine Light at the end of the tunnel When you're flexin' it's hard to be 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 f** the world but my dick won't fit My b**h like "KRIT, motherf** they feelings You wanna be king, gotta claim that sh**" 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 would will 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 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 Ain't no love in the coliseum This sh** here been a bloodsport Keep what you k**, f** 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 n***a sh**, must not be stankin' He must not know better at all Titans collide on the Zeus to survive If not me b**h, who the f** you gone call? To rain from the mountain tops Still blood stains on the leaves I don't do it for the blog spot comment box, I do it for the OGs And them country folk that can't talk that sh** This ain't your curb, don't walk that b**h This ain't your porch, so keep off that sh** Go find a cliff and jump off that b**h 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 n***a really that nice!" f** em, f** em, f** em, f** em, f** em, f** em I said it six times cause it's my pleasure Say it one more time for just for good measure, f** 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