Laugh At Em

(album: DIME TRAP - 2018)

You know what the fuck going 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 getting thangs from a check, so how can I
Setting 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 running 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 nothing, man
Grand Hustle over errythang
Molly, Becky and the Mary-Jane
It's the king, nigga like a 18-wheeler swerving 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
Ducking 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 rapping 'bout
Care nutting 'bout what they capping 'bout
Bankroll mama, we know what this
We cashing out, we bagging up
Stacking 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 stopping 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 having 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 showing off stunts
'Til you up your jewelry, nigga, run that money
Nigga playing games, thinking 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 playing 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 dodging suckas, steady ducking 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 trapping raw to look what happen now
Metal throne, concrete crown
Caught that line, you're getting 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 packing, 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