T.I. — Laugh at Em

[Intro] 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) [Verse 1] 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 [Bridge] 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 [Verse 2] 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