Laugh At Em

You know what the fuck goin' on, man
 You better strap in your seat
 Well, it's gon' be a rough ride
 It's the king, bitch
 Just Blaze
 No introduction really necessary
 Get the message like a secretary
 Boy, I'm legendary
 When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the cemetery
 Trap music originator
 Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my haters
 They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
 Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em
 Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
 Like I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
 New Cadillac with some all gold hammer
 Long as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
 I could give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
 Sister used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
 Settin' numbers in the hood, do what I say do
 Tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead
 Or bare it, they hate that
 50 million, yeah, died to make that
 Middle finger, if you vote for Trump
 See me outside where you know what's up
 I ain't hearing no peace talk
 Ain't shit funny, no hee-haw
 Like a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
 Cracker tried it, we squeeze off
 Swear to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
 Or Mike Brown getting shot down
 With a pistol on me and a half a brick
 And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra Bland
 Listen, boy, your challenge with the runnin' man
 I will challenge with a gun in hand
 What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
 Grand Hustle over errythang
 Molly, Becky and the Mary-Jane
 It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
 Never been a part of they in-crowd
 Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
 Got the same friend that I came in with
 Duckin' all that lame shit, ayy
 Everyone I know is on go
 Drive-bys all rolled in a 4 by 4
 Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe gon' go
 See me with it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
 They love when I talk that shit
 Roll by the car lot, went and bought that shit
 Caught case after case and I fought that shit
 Then watch he give a damn, went and off that brick
 I lived the shit that they rappin' 'bout
 Care nuttin' 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
 Bankroll mama, we know what this
 We cashin' out, we baggin' up
 Stackin' up them zeroes
 Certified neighborhood hero
 You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it with me though
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 You know you done fucked up, don'cha?
 You know you done fucked up, don'cha?
 Ain't no stoppin' this shit, partna
 And you know what happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now
 We turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the left
 Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
 Send shots where your bandana at
 Drop a nigga off where Alabama at
 That's what nigga get for tryna battle rap
 Head shot, should be one and down
 No drive-by, but we run and gun
 A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts
 'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
 Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not funny
 'Til my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah
 For the love of the bankroll
 Keep it binned untill you sell
 Nigga, don't nobody care 'bout it
 Don't nobody wanna hear 'bout it
 You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for everybody
 And, nigga, I ain't gon' lie
 I promise, not a day go by
 I ain't on the grind, if I ain't on fire
 If it's one thing that I want I can't go by
 Tryna put six wheels on a Range Rover
 I ain't playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
 If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move over
 Modern 2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
 Know the hustle now, come with us and down
 We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin' clowns
 We chasing mills so we can put that down
 Bullshit talk but we run that town
 But with millions and no cap and gown
 Went from trappin' raw to look what happen now
 Metal throne, concrete crown
 Caught that line, you're gettin' beat down
 Real dope boy veteran
 Dope boy academy
 Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine
 You better watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
 Think it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
 Get stripped naked, left out there
 Tell 'em, so what the fuck I care
 'Bout the trap music, all black Uzi
 Still packin', I'm not stupid
 Still down to do it, if you act stupid
 Get locked up and get back to it, yeah
 Trap music, all black Uzi
 Get locked up and get back to it, yeah
 
 You know what the fuck goin' on, man
 You better strap in your seat
 Well, it's gon' be a rough ride
 It's the king, bitch
 Just Blaze
 No introduction really necessary
 Get the message like a secretary
 Boy, I'm legendary
 When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the cemetery
 Trap music originator
 Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my haters
 They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
 Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em
 Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
 Like I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
 New Cadillac with some all gold hammer
 Long as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
 I could give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
 Sister used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
 Settin' numbers in the hood, do what I say do
 Tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead
 Or bare it, they hate that
 50 million, yeah, died to make that
 Middle finger, if you vote for Trump
 See me outside where you know what's up
 I ain't hearing no peace talk
 Ain't shit funny, no hee-haw
 Like a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
 Cracker tried it, we squeeze off
 Swear to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
 Or Mike Brown getting shot down
 With a pistol on me and a half a brick
 And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra Bland
 Listen, boy, your challenge with the runnin' man
 I will challenge with a gun in hand
 What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
 Grand Hustle over errythang
 Molly, Becky and the Mary-Jane
 It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
 Never been a part of they in-crowd
 Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
 Got the same friend that I came in with
 Duckin' all that lame shit, ayy
 Everyone I know is on go
 Drive-bys all rolled in a 4 by 4
 Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe gon' go
 See me with it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
 They love when I talk that shit
 Roll by the car lot, went and bought that shit
 Caught case after case and I fought that shit
 Then watch he give a damn, went and off that brick
 I lived the shit that they rappin' 'bout
 Care nuttin' 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
 Bankroll mama, we know what this
 We cashin' out, we baggin' up
 Stackin' up them zeroes
 Certified neighborhood hero
 You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it with me though
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 You know you done fucked up, don'cha?
 You know you done fucked up, don'cha?
 Ain't no stoppin' this shit, partna
 And you know what happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now
 We turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the left
 Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
 Send shots where your bandana at
 Drop a nigga off where Alabama at
 That's what nigga get for tryna battle rap
 Head shot, should be one and down
 No drive-by, but we run and gun
 A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts
 'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
 Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not funny
 'Til my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah
 For the love of the bankroll
 Keep it binned untill you sell
 Nigga, don't nobody care 'bout it
 Don't nobody wanna hear 'bout it
 You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for everybody
 And, nigga, I ain't gon' lie
 I promise, not a day go by
 I ain't on the grind, if I ain't on fire
 If it's one thing that I want I can't go by
 Tryna put six wheels on a Range Rover
 I ain't playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
 If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move over
 Modern 2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
 Know the hustle now, come with us and down
 We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin' clowns
 We chasing mills so we can put that down
 Bullshit talk but we run that town
 But with millions and no cap and gown
 Went from trappin' raw to look what happen now
 Metal throne, concrete crown
 Caught that line, you're gettin' beat down
 Real dope boy veteran
 Dope boy academy
 Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine
 You better watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
 Think it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
 Get stripped naked, left out there
 Tell 'em, so what the fuck I care
 'Bout the trap music, all black Uzi
 Still packin', I'm not stupid
 Still down to do it, if you act stupid
 Get locked up and get back to it, yeah
 Trap music, all black Uzi
 Get locked up and get back to it, yeah
 
 You know what the fuck goin' on, man
 You better strap in your seat
 Well, it's gon' be a rough ride
 It's the king, bitch
 Just Blaze
 No introduction really necessary
 Get the message like a secretary
 Boy, I'm legendary
 When I'm dead and buried, still be kicking flavor in the cemetery
 Trap music originator
 Fresh off of my hiatus, yelling, 'Fuck you' to all of my haters
 They Skywalker, I'm Darth Vader
 Promise, I don't give a shit about 'em
 Let 'em know, turn him red, tell 'em he don't even matter, yeah!
 Like I'm pimpin in a Kangol and a
 New Cadillac with some all gold hammer
 Long as I remember, I done ran Atlanta
 I could give a damn 'bout a dog faced hoe
 Sister used to gettin' thangs from a check, so how can I
 Settin' numbers in the hood, do what I say do
 Tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead
 Or bare it, they hate that
 50 million, yeah, died to make that
 Middle finger, if you vote for Trump
 See me outside where you know what's up
 I ain't hearing no peace talk
 Ain't shit funny, no hee-haw
 Like a Black Panther, we armed to the teeth
 Cracker tried it, we squeeze off
 Swear to God, I could've been Freddie Gray
 Or Mike Brown getting shot down
 With a pistol on me and a half a brick
 And 'Ye blam-blamming by Sandra Bland
 Listen, boy, your challenge with the runnin' man
 I will challenge with a gun in hand
 What you see before you, fuck what they done told you, bitch I brought this shit from nothin', man
 Grand Hustle over errythang
 Molly, Becky and the Mary-Jane
 It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swervin' in and out of every lane
 Never been a part of they in-crowd
 Got a problem with me? I say, 'Fuck Y'all'
 Got the same friend that I came in with
 Duckin' all that lame shit, ayy
 Everyone I know is on go
 Drive-bys all rolled in a 4 by 4
 Believe, if I catch him, that the hoe gon' go
 See me with it, you ain't gon' see the hoe no more
 They love when I talk that shit
 Roll by the car lot, went and bought that shit
 Caught case after case and I fought that shit
 Then watch he give a damn, went and off that brick
 I lived the shit that they rappin' 'bout
 Care nuttin' 'bout what they cappin' 'bout
 Bankroll mama, we know what this
 We cashin' out, we baggin' up
 Stackin' up them zeroes
 Certified neighborhood hero
 You can try one of them sucka niggas, better not try it with me though
 Ayy, ayy, ayy
 You know you done fucked up, don'cha?
 You know you done fucked up, don'cha?
 Ain't no stoppin' this shit, partna
 And you know what happened if you run me hot in this bitch, now
 We turned to the max, Atlanta hat cocked to the left
 Turned to the back, nigga tried, see, we weren't havin' that
 Send shots where your bandana at
 Drop a nigga off where Alabama at
 That's what nigga get for tryna battle rap
 Head shot, should be one and down
 No drive-by, but we run and gun
 A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts
 'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
 Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not funny
 'Til my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah
 For the love of the bankroll
 Keep it binned untill you sell
 Nigga, don't nobody care 'bout it
 Don't nobody wanna hear 'bout it
 You got problems, huh? Well, it's the same thing for everybody
 And, nigga, I ain't gon' lie
 I promise, not a day go by
 I ain't on the grind, if I ain't on fire
 If it's one thing that I want I can't go by
 Tryna put six wheels on a Range Rover
 I ain't playin' no games, that's what you know, sir
 If you think you're at the top, tell 'em move over
 Modern 2Pac and the new Hova, goddamn
 Know the hustle now, come with us and down
 We dodgin' suckas, steady duckin' clowns
 We chasing mills so we can put that down
 Bullshit talk but we run that town
 But with millions and no cap and gown
 Went from trappin' raw to look what happen now
 Metal throne, concrete crown
 Caught that line, you're gettin' beat down
 Real dope boy veteran
 Dope boy academy
 Here dope fiends still remember be when they were sick and needed their medicine
 You better watch it partner, you ain't' from 'round here
 Think it's sweet, you got the wrong idea
 Get stripped naked, left out there
 Tell 'em, so what the fuck I care
 'Bout the trap music, all black Uzi
 Still packin', I'm not stupid
 Still down to do it, if you act stupid
 Get locked up and get back to it, yeah
 Trap music, all black Uzi
 Get locked up and get back to it, yeah