You know what the fuck going on, man You better strap in your set or 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 flavour 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 mount and (?), nothin' Like (?) in the (?) New Cadillac with all go hammer Long as I remember, I done ran Atlanta I could give a damn 'bout a (?) Used to gettin' thanks from (?) Setting numbers in the hood, do what I say Do tell 'em niggas break bread or fake dead It (?) dead 50 million, I done that made that Middle finger, if you vote for Trump See me, I side with you, know what's up I ain't hear with no peace talk Gang shit, funny, no hee-haw Like the Black Panther, we armed to the teeth Cracker try me, we squeeze off Swear to god, I could've been Freddy Gray or Mike Brown getting shot down With a pistol on me and a half a brick And 'Ye bla-blabbing about Sandra Bland Listen, boy, your challenge with the running man I was challenged with a gun in hand What you see before you, fuck with (?) and told you Bitch I brought this shit from nothing, man Grand Hustle over errrthang 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 their in-crowd Got a problem with me? I say, fuck y'all Got the same team that I came in with, ducking all that lame shit, ay Everyone, I know is on go Drive-bys, while rolling in a 4 by 4 Believe, if I catch him, bet you the hoe gon' go See me with (?), you ain't gon' see the hoe no more They love when I talk that shit Roll 'bout a (?) when I bought that shit Court case and the case, I fought that shit Damn, watch 'em give a damn when (?) off that brick I lived the shit that they rapping 'bout Care not 'bout what they capping 'bout Bankroll Mafia, we know what (?) 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 Ay, ay, ay You know you're not fucking up, though You know you're not fucking up, though Ain't no stopping this shit, patna And you know what happened to you (?) hidin' in that bitch, now Return to the map, Atlanta, Hancock to the left Turn to the back, nigga try, see, we weren't having that Send shots where your bandana at Drop a nigga of where Alabama at That's what niggas get for trying to battle rap Head shot, should be one and down No drive-by, but we running guns A nigga walk up to you, while you (?) stunt 'Till you up your jewellery, nigga, run that money Nigga playin' games, thinkin' show not funny 'Till my young nigga went and done it for me, yeah For the love of the bankroll Keep it binned 'till 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 push these 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 2 Pac 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 me and (?), no capping (?) Went from trapping raw to look what happen now (?) 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 of switching, got the wrong idea Get stripped naked, get 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're acting stupid Get locked up and get back to it, yeah Trap music, all black uzi Get locked up and get back to it, yeah