I'll Show You Lyrics - Fuck Da City Up - T.i.

K. I. N. G 

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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' ass law, bitch I'm ballin come and get me 

See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie 

Didn't need no wheel cause that shit so fly 

Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit 

My air so thin, need oxygen 

I'm so fucked 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 nigga to join 

Don't listen to the gossipers cause them niggas 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 

Niggas 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! 

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This the new God flow, the Holy Grail niggas 

Can't see me, Book of Eli, it's in Braille niggas 

I'm on track to be the best, I won't derail niggas 

I bend bars on bitches, I unveil nigga 

OfficiallyIce, don't at 'em, show and tell nigga 

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Say my brother better? Big deal 

Big brother, so fuck you, he hammer, can't touch him 

Ride around, nigga, 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 cocaine that I overcooked 

I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean'd that fish scale 

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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 

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