T.I. - I'll Show You lyrics

[Verse 1: T.I.] K. I. N. G Solomon, Henry Ridin' in the Bentley They wanna send me, back to the pen Hope they give me a ten P Doin' it for my dog, with some case are pending And my folk behind the waterboard city, keep it pimpin' Tell them hatin' a** law, b**h I'm ballin come and get me See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie Didn't need no wheel cause that sh** so fly Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit My air so thin, need oxygen I'm so f**ed up, intoxicants My flow still so stupid, incompetent Competition evidently don't know what they up against Obviously oblivious, in the city I'm serious I'm seriously poppin', I will be the reason why it's hot in here Material you droppin' better push that back, that can't come out this year I got this here, can't stop this, got this like I got blocks in here Hit the VIP, all eyes on me like they think Pac in here I'm ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman Pay n***as no concern, ain't no DiGornio, I'm deliverin' Center of attention, my P.O. just threw a wrench in my Plan of execution, I'm demandin' retribution First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance Peckerwood beefin' with me, they want my neck in a noose Cause they see a n***as influence, luxurious and affluent They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined Nah, nothin' doin' brah, congratulations you have a Really great advantage point, so take your vantage point Watch, with the flip of a coin The one they counted out soon become the n***a to join Don't listen to the gossipers cause them n***as annoyin' They speak what I know and think it's over for them (Boing!) I bounce back, in a Boeing I fly high With ten chicks, got high in sha la n***as stay talkin' all that caca No mucho dinero? no hablar About my dollar Givenchy, Balenciaga How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, I got 'em BYE! [Verse 2: Pusha T] I'll show n***as better than tell n***as Panel discussions 'bout Push, I never fail n***as Combat Jack, Lindstrom, what the hell n***as? This the new God flow, the Holy Grail n***as Can't see me, Book of Eli, it's in Braille n***as I'm on track to be the best, I won't derail n***as I bend bars on b**hes, I unveil n***a OfficiallyIce, don't at ‘em, show and tell n***a Say my brother better? Big deal Big brother, so f** you, he hammer, can't touch him Ride around, n***a, AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool We laugh about it, that's cool I'm at the top and he better? If you think about it, we rule My life is an open book My stuntin' is an open look These gold chains, these stone rings This c**aine that I overcooked I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean'd that fish scale I tip scales, I tip hoes, I skip jail on my tip toes I beat the odds, bet Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze And these ice cubes on my ear lobes Like strobe lights on a fish bowl Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers G.O.O.D. Music, Grand Hustle, what the block taught us