Laugh At Em Lyrics - 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, 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 

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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