[Intro: T.I. & Logic]

What Juicy say? He be like

Shut the fuck up!

Yeah, yeah, hahaha

King

[Verse 1: T.I.]

I got immaculate vision, no cataracts in my pupils

Don't understand my decisions so I don't need your approval

I'm a motherfuckin' villain just like you see in the movie

But I'm still a motherfuckin' hero, stay lowkey like casino

In the weave of the cee-lo, pocket full of them C-notes

Backwood full of that primo, bad bitches drinkin' on Pino

And margarita, bikinis, in different cities you seen it

With bitches thick as Serena, lick it, yssup dna nisep

I see the line between a maniac and a genius

Fill up arenas, promoters, we take they ass to a cleanеrs

Two decades straight, a hundred shows, a hundrеd K at the gate

A night, a piece, capisce? Bread bigger than me (Sheesh)

[Chorus: Rahky & T.I.]

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Where real niggas move things on private planes

I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass

Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass

Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat

Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach

Prey on the weak? Never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet

Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll

[Verse 2: T.I.]

Man, I been beefin' with my daughter, man, I'm dealin' with shit

And a lot of my niggas contemplatin', goin' killin' some shit

I put my bitch out like I'm Martin, in my feelings and shit

'Nother day of the dope boy, hunnid million legit, okay

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Where real niggas move things on a private plane

And you know I was trappin', workin' at an early age

Count my money, multiply, hurry, bag it up and buy it

Sixty-five with the iron, on the highway, blowin' big gas

Lookin' for me, I been suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass

Fuck up, I am handling my own motherfuckin' business

And drama, we ain't goin' back and forth 'bout the riff raff

Nigga talkin', nigga big cap, I won't listen to 'em

They get kidnapped back when nobody pay the ransom for 'em

Ain't never been a pawn, always been a king

And I ain't never gave a damn what a nigga think, fuck 'em

[Chorus: Rahky & T.I.]

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Where real, niggas move things on private planes

I said you lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass

Lookin' for me, I be suckin', duckin' yo' lil' bitch ass

Ride through the city, hundred K on the seat

Shinnin' like bitches in bikinis, sunny day on the beach

Prey on the weak? Never, I'ma find a way to stay on my feet

Hand on my heat, Westside Atlanta, rubber bands on my bankroll