Laugh At Em - T.I.

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

Yellin', '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 well 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 me, we squeeze off

Swear to God, I could’ve been Freddie Gray or Mike Brown gettin' shot down

With a pistol on me and a half a brick of yay, blam-blammin' 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 done

No drive-by, but we run and gun

A nigga walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts

Tell you, «Up your jewelry, nigga, run that money»

Nigga playin' games, think it sure not funny

'Til my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah

For the love of the bankroll, keep your business to yourself

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 any thing that I want, I can go buy

Tryna put six wheels on a Range Rover

I ain’t playin' no games, not with you, no 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, look what happen now

Metal throne, concrete crown

Cross that line, you’re gettin' beat down

Real dope boy veteran, dope boy academy

These dope fiends still remember me 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 that 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