Big K.R.I.T. - The King lyrics

[Hook: T-Pain] I reign supreme Old school whip, on lean You gone bow down to me In the streets, they call me the king They call me the king They call me the king I put it down for the crown so believe That you gon bow down to me They call me the king [Verse 1: Bun B] That's right my n***a, ain't no other way to address me King of the trill and king of the underground for real, so don't try and test me In the south it's like I'm a Presley So make sure and use proper nomenclature When you're king, it don't mean it don't mean that no men hate ya It mean that more men hate ya We not kissing no a** to be accepted So if you don't f** with me cool, guess what, I don't f** with you fool But still I'm gone be respected Calm down when sh** get hectic Turn up when they least expect it And it's always family first cause I would never leave them neglected The hardest out here, we never soft No hesitating, we're breaking you off But never the less, never will settle for less I'm professor but just call me prof I did what they wouldn't and went where they couldn't, you can't deny it Spoke up when others was quiet Think that it's easy? I dare you to try it I been in the game, always gon be in the game as long as I choose it Just know that it's deeper than money, and deeper than media, deeper than music So long as I keep it 100 with nothing to hide, they'll never refuse it That's why I'm holding my own, seated on throne, I'll never lose it Because I'm the king [Hook] [Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.] K-R-I-T, king of the south f** what you heard, n***a f** what you thought Old school cheer, swinging like Thor Bow down to greatness when you enter my car Behead my foes, threw them in my vault Got a bad b**h and she straighten my fur Gripping wood grain like a battle ax, handle that Staking my claim, n***a I was here first Put my flag on it, multi till the sun die, better believe that b**h On Mount Olympus throwing lightning bolts at these nonbelievers, did you see that sh**? I'm a country n***a with a bigger dick On Ellen [?], she generous My father helped me up at birth Like you gon be king, no matter what state you're in I was like back back back then I'm breaded up like a bread truck Breaded us, more of us, angels came to me in visions Some of them sipping, I think you said enough Ready to take over, just what you came for When you pour the wine you can drink slow I can see the hate from every angle Watch me burn this b**h down like Django Let me ride man, keep the gra** cut in my kingdom Cause that's where the poisonous snakes like to hide man Pushing my niece and my nephew on playgrounds the only thing Imma let slide man Do it for people, forever been regal, you know that it's real I learned from the kings that came before me, man always stay trill [Hook]