Freestyle - T.I.

Roll 24s, mills In my disposals

Still blow dro and chill with a ho or two

Still tote steal cause jackers’ll be all over you

Whether you worth a hundred mill or a O or two

Hatin' start small but jealousy’s what it grow into

Hate to see me ballin' and bury me’s what you wanna do

I’ll front you 50 I owe you, I don’t know you

Nigga and you better duck from whatever I’m gon' throw you

Nigga, keep plottin', I’m forced to .44 you

I’m so close to layin' you down and your folks too

Anti-social, toast you from a close view

Leave you layin' and wonderin' who you spoke to

I’ll probably never go pop or bi-coastal

Cause in this game G’s gotta die to get what they 'posed to

He don’t matter, my flow the truth and I’m so cool

I’m the king of the south, nigga I told you