[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 n***as 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, n***a 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 n***as, 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
N***a tried, see, we weren't havin' that
Send shots where your bandana at
Drop a n***a off where Alabama at
That's what n***a get for tryna battle rap
Head shot, should be one and done
No drive-by, but we run and gun
A n***a walk up to you, while you showin' off stunts
Tell you, "Up your jewelry, n***a, run that money"
N***a playin' games, think it sure not funny
'Til my young n***a went and done it for me, yeah
For the love of the bankroll, keep your business to yourself
N***a, 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, n***a, 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