T.I. The Right One
Cook up, Lil Kaleab This the– Ayy– Ayy, this the nigga y'all scared of, man? Man, fuck this LEGO head-ass nigga, man Ain't nobody scared of this fuck nigga, man (King) Okay, they finally got the right one Roll somethin', light one That's alright dunn We'll have him 'fore the night come I don't like guns I'll walk up on him, knife somethin' Think he Tyson, nigga you ain't tough as my son Ain't no fear here Bitch, I'm a king and you a duck You got no peer here But smoke? You'll get your fair share You wouldn't dare stare me in the eyes And move your dick suckers Say that shit you say with your thumb Boy, you's a big sucker To me, you just a small man in a big shell Bitch-made-ass nigga need pigtails You take no issue with them White boys It's only our people that you find to be an eyesore, huh? Duckin' smoke, he won't even stand up for his legacy I guess it's 'cause he see ain't shit to fight for Hey, listen, mayne, this shit ain't gon' go how you think it is (Nah) Down here, we'll strip you out that shit Leave you with rabbit ears And you ain't the only one was grimy 'fore you had a deal You think you special, end up somewhere pushin' daffodils Nigga, you got less talent You're less attractive, more average You ain't got more motion, you're just movin' where it's less traffic You moved out way rappin' and they gave you the DMX package You ain't that savage, nigga, you 5-0, dispatcher Ol' tender dick nigga all mad 'cause Puff let your bitch have it Gave her tartar sauce and mustard like a fish sammich And goddammit, if this nigga want drama, I'm Knots Landing Once it's up, I'm not landin' Truces is outlandish 'Cause you're not that nigga and you're not that rich Tryna stunt on everybody with them White folks' shit Okay, they finally got the right one Roll somethin', light one That's alright dunn We'll have him 'fore the night come I don't like guns I'll walk up on him, knife somethin' Think he Tyson, nigga you ain't tough as my son Ain't no fear here Bitch, I'm a king and you a duck You got no peer here But smoke? You'll get your fair share You wouldn't dare stare me in the eyes And move your dick suckers Say that shit you say with your thumb Boy, you's a big sucker Ayy, say boo-boo Bring your bitch-ass outside and play in the street You ain't no motherfuckin' gangster, you just prey on the weak Man, all you do is talk shit and hope it stay on the net Play detective, catchin' killers on some police shit Grown men makin' memes, that's a weird-ass flex Kick a nigga while they down, you a sucker for that Havin' a moment, hate to let this nigga inch in my life But I'll give his ass a case to solve bout him mentionin' my wife (Bankhead!) You hate women, guess that's why you can't keep one You can't love 'em, 'cause from your mama you received none Oh no, you'd rather set fires to houses with babies in 'em I got paperwork from niggas in prison, your name is in 'em "Peter Parker journalism, " he sayin', I guess I'm Venom Morals won't break or bend him New Yorkers, you gon' defend him? This your king, huh? He been a victim from the get-go Murder Inc. pumped his ass full of bullet holes Cam did him like a ho on the radio Took losses from Rick Ross and Fat Joe (Remember that?) Jada spanked that baby thinkin' it's sweet Kanye stood up to him, made his first week a defeat It always happened Too much yappin', niggas slappin' your cheeks So, what the fuck you think gon' happen out here playin' with me? You got the right one (King!)
