T.I. - King sh** (Remix) lyrics

(Verse 1: Lil-Freezy) This is a king sh** I'm juss steppin to my f**in throne I'm King Arthur not a knight like Joan Man I'm feelin like I wanna break all ya bones Lock me up cause I'm feelin like I'm Al Capone I gotta tell ya this but promise thatchu won't harm I had ya girl last night holdin on my arm She made noises of the animals up in a farm She told me that I was her good luck charm I'm rollin up and I'm rollin out trynna get some of that sticky You got some of that on you it got all over ya dickies I'm a weed mower a steam blower Ya'll movin fast but it seem slower I'm lightin up on this lighter flame But its lookin like a damn flameflower I'm high as f** but I feel lower I feel low to the ground I'm lookin for the competition but I don't see nobody around Ya'll wanna step up to the ring we can go round for round But right now I'mma be the king ya'll officially were juss crowned (Verse 2: T.I.) King sh**, hey you know what it is Tryna smell on that pound that loud for a n***a Like 100 real and Drive Ferrari for some motherf**ing k**er 50 minutes imagine that on morning you're repenting I got rats all in my goggle pants Standing clear with the hollow man Your b**h as yo b**h bad She can f** fast ain't no romance My diamond dancing in 3D n***a Fake the trip where you see me n***a Your money wrong and my money long And I'm playing with it like PE n***a Real n***a no joke No fake a** n***a no hope I got mini round team and a 100 round joke I'm gonna over up all of my coke And n***a I don't wanna smoke your weed Plain a** only thing I smoke Gonna thank up for the gifters on.. Shorty ain't tell me everything I know I do whip it , who could care to dip it Had it to your partner let it flood it to the city We bout that action, you try us and we blessing We turn to the mat that's a motherf**ing fact Come a real n***a for E round (Verse 3: Yo Gotti) Door up, doors down When I'm in the club b**h ya going down Shorty take it for, hand down Heads up, pants down Down, down, shorty f**ing head down I see my phone blowing up I know it's going down What's up p**y in the rapper it ain't hit the town Keeping numbers in the city boy it's going down That's that dope boy automy Keep that level been up to me My friend my weed such tragedy Shorty couple hands on happily I ball hard like an athlete I look like a referee n***a They blowing the whistle they telling I do the clam I'm chilling This b**h turned up making rain When I'm in the club you tell'em They talk about these dealers that don't get it in the game I'mma real n***a till the d**h of me Never sing a song like a para key Kick the bands in my pocket jam I'll be kicking money like a motherf**er lose control Spend it in the kitchen n***a try a couple bricks on (Outro: Yo Gotti) Yeah! I am! LA Reed cut that check for me Turn it! Turn it! Turn it! Turn it! Tell the streets cut a check for me