T.I. Insists He Creates Trap Music But Fans Think UGK Did



Did T.I. created trap music or was it created by UGK.

Earlier this year, the Atlanta rapper did an interview where he insisted that he is the original creator of trap music and even make reference to his 2003 album Trap Muzik. During a recent interview, T.I. says that nobody was doing trap music before he did. But now trap fans are pushing back saying he couldn’t be more wrong and insisting that UGK started the sub-genre back in the early 90s.

“Unless there was a time before then that you recall hearing it,” TIP said about his album. “Now since it was introduced to the world there were people who came on and enforced it and kind of spread the genre out and gave it wings and life beyond it’s origin. But if you go back to who truly started it, I must humbly say myself.”

While trap music has become more mainstream in recent years, T.I. taking credit for originating it is rubbing some fans the wrong way. The 70s and 80s babies would know that Bun B and Pimp C of UGK were doing some trap music freestyles in the south from as far back as 1992, you can go back and listen to their debut Too Hard to Swallow. In the mid-90s, 8Ball & MJG dropped an album, On the Outside Looking In, which comprises of some of the same trap flows we are hearing today.

Undoubtedly, T.I. put the rubber stamp on trap music in the early 2000s and then some southern rappers came in later and pushed it more into the mainstream. But does UGK and 8Ball & MJG deserves some credit for originating the sub genre. “You must born in 2000 if you think that T.I. created trap music. Pimp C and Bun B were spitting trap down in Texas from way back in the 90s. take a L for this one TIP,” one fan wrote while another added, “Big Boi was doing trap before T.I. back in the Oukast days, so naan I can’t believe T want to take credit for that.”

Absolutely, there are fans on both sides of the divide and some are very vocal in support of TIPS claim that he created trap music. “T.I is the Jay Z of trap music. Joe is right Jeezy has been going in a musical direction causing him be stagnant as an artist while the fans wait for a triumphant return that may never happen,” one fan tweeted.

T.I. ain't create trap music but he made it mainstream and then came Jeezy and Gucci

— Sophistaratchet (@QueenVeeTheB) April 11, 2017

T.I is the Jay Z of trap music. Joe is right Jeezy has been going in a musical direction causing him be stagnant as an artist while the fans wait for a triumphant return that may never happen.

— The Natural (@RayHobbs757) December 5, 2017

Someone finally said it.
You will live long.
T.I did trap music and it wasn't trash.
These new ones are just spewing trash on got beats.
You can't even differentiate one from the other.
Same lyrics pattern
Similar lines
Same beats pattern https://t.co/JT4CqfiJIL

— KING SIMBA? (@Don_TEE) November 24, 2017

T.I. is the GOAT of Trap Music.
Young Jeezy
2Chainz
Gucci
Migos
Future
Even Travis Scott makes my list.

21 Savage really only known cuz of his girl & she has been tossed around like a hacky sack but still this dude tryin to wife it for life ???? FOH bro pic.twitter.com/u8yhhD3E38

— Jared Tucker (@_DJTuck) November 17, 2017

T.I. did create trap music in a way. He deserves his credit. However the whole concept of being "TRAP" is nothing new.

— Zack Snyder's Cheerleader (@Brad_Attitude) April 25, 2017

It's funny how people bump trap music but dont know who is the originator…they mention young thug, uzi vert, 2 chainz, future and designer Niggas…some of these guys dont even have bars to keep it trap. T.I is king for a reason

— BLAKKA BLAKKA (@Chase_Tyrant) December 5, 2017



Young Thug Cries For Help Post Pic Of Lean IV In His Hand



Is this a cry for help from Young Thug?

The Atlanta rapper posted a pic of himself with a IV in his hand supplying what appears to be lean, aka sizzurp. There is an ongoing debate on social media about celebrities drug addiction. With the growing opioid epidemic across the US, celebrities are especially under scrutiny since their fans usually follow what they are doing. Lean, which is a drug made from codeine cough syrup and sprite, is popularized by hip hop artists who often post pictures of their double Styrofoam cups and even rap about it.

Young Thug is taking it to a different level by injecting in directly into his blood stream through an IV. “F**k a double cup I wanna feel it faster,” the rapper caption the pic showing the IV in his hand. Some fans commented calling it a cry for help from Thugger who has never been shy about his addiction to the substance. While the “Good Times” rapper actually never said the substance in the IV was actually lean or whether or not its something that he is using daily, it sends a clear message that drug use is cool.

Fans are commenting on the photo saying that this is a clear message that Young Thug is crying for help with his addiction to lean. “Young Thug pumping lean in his arm through an IV? The addiction epidemic is glorified now so it’s not seen as a problem anymore until someone dies. This. Is. A. Huge. F***ing. Problem,” one fan tweeted while another added, “Young Thug has lean on an IV Drip and is posting it on social media. This is a cry for help if I’ve ever seen one.”

Last month, young rapper Lil Peep died from an apparent drug overdose on his tour bus. Back in 2008, UGK rapper Pimp C died of an apparent overdose on promethazine/codeine, he was just 33 years old at the time of his death.

Young Thug out here wit a lean IV? pic.twitter.com/DsdzHlMjIE

— DJ Akademiks (@IamAkademiks) December 1, 2017

Young Thug has lean on an IV Drip and is posting it on social media. This is a cry for help if I've ever seen one.

— Juan S. Robles ?? (@J_S_Robles) December 1, 2017

Thug hasn't posted anything since that lean iv and I'm worried

— DD (@dussedrip) December 1, 2017

T.I. – Switchin Lanes (feat. Big K.R.I.T. & Trev Case)

Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for

All my nigga wanna do is hit a lick and flip some raw
Boy you better prepare yourself, them people finna set it off
What you oughta wanna do is get this money too with me
Even if you Bobby Seal, you gon’ need a Huey P
I’m doin’ me, international fluently
Speak the lingo my people talk
Don’t disrespect my people, dog
Or turn the other cheek, that ain’t the shit that we were taught
Arm yourself, defend yourself, they try you get to squeezin’ off
We’ve been out crazy
Do you like it in them jeans dawg?
Season dog, leave me out know they don’t want me involved
I’m dodgin’ 12, they be on watch
But I’m just ridin’ with my home boy

Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin ‘ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

We talkin’ high life, listenin’ to UGK
Ridin’ dirty mean you clean on swangers
If them law pull up then that means danger
Turn up the changer, bangin’ out the whip
They muffle the signs, all the hoe shit that we were dealin’ with
‘Cause we be young and in the hustle
Partna sellin’ whole, but no food in the cupboard like damn
I really wanna be a millionaire one day, one day
My nigga say yeah
We dyin’ out here for a little bit of neck but the government just don’t care
So I’m talkin’ Multi to the fullest
As long as I’m livin’, fuck the ones
When I was young, they let me ride shot gun
And show me how to get it
And you can ball all you want in the paint for the digits
But you gotta learn how to pivot
For the score, never speak, bet the goal that you want
Gotta keep it slow mo when you outchea creepin’
Watch for the lows when your head up high
Head in the sky and you’re outchea tippin’
All you’ve got is your word and your bond
Prepare for the hate when you’re switchin’ suites

Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

I’m either out or I’m all in it
This shit creek and we all in it
One false move and we all finish
We come together, we all winnin’
But you’d rather go and get your dogs in it
Either rob for the money, hit the mall with it
Then to the club, pull the broad with it
Then wylin’ chopper in it, I’m goin’ down with it, no lie
You get a chance, go to Dubai
You see your money ain’t as much as you thought
Matter of fact motherfuckers so rich
Make nigga feel petty and ashamed just for showin’ it off
100 thou for the outfit
A billion dollars worth of sun plugged in the outlet
You put your money where your mouth at
You won’t be talkin’ much would ya
If you was weren’t ’bout shit
Revolutionary do it for the niggas that wish they were there to do it
Gotta chance to do me boy you better do it
Nigga comin’ back and shootin’ very good
Speakin’ better than a felon would
Got me property up in Ellenwood
And my position, I just fell into it
Devil want my soul and I ain’t sell it to him

Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swingin’ with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for

Trinidad James – Henny Cup$ Lyrics

[Intro]
Shout out to my nigga with that cup of Henny
I see you

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]
From A-Town to New York, niggas die, like, every day
Shout out to them eses banging out of L.A
Eazy-E forever, nigga, N.W.A
UGK forever, nigga, Pimp, rest in peace
Life is like a dice game, I hope I never crap out
I tell you what I seen, sixteen with the strap out
Niggas selling dreams, lean, weed at the trap house
Bitches charging fees for the pussy, then she tap out
We out here chasing dreams, nigga, nigga, fuck a handout
And just because I couldn’t break bread, I ain’t your fam now?
And just because I made a better situation, niggas get to hating
Wait a minute, momma, momma, pray for me
‘Cause death could be around the way
Got me in the booth with the clip, by my hip today
Facts only, fuck writing checks, nigga, cash only
Trying to get my niggas straight, living in the moment
James

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Niggas let women run they relationship
Nigga, get your dick back, act like a man again
You wanna eat? Then move your feet, my nigga, you a mannequin
On Henny in that Skywalker, feeling like [?]
These blogs feel like police, the way that they attacking me
The police feel like blogs with these questions that they asking me
No dad, living fast, a black Trinidadian
And if I wasn’t rapping, nigga, I’d probably start trafficking
Made it out the trap and I won’t promise I won’t trap again
No disrespect, momma, your nigga just being real
The realest that I’ve ever been
You won’t believe the things these eyes seen
From moving on the scene and living out my dream
The brokest niggas richer and all the richest niggas scheme
Coming up, being rich was, nigga, just a dream
But now I see for what it is, I just wanna be real
Fuck that
I say, fuck that
I say, fuck that
Nigga, I just wanna be real

[Hook]
If you got problems like I got problems
Then you better pray
‘Cause I don’t know what tomorrow might bring
But I’m focused on today
Yeah, yeah

T.I. – Switchin Lanes (feat. Big Krit & Trev Case) (US Or Else: Letter To The System Album)

[Intro: T.I.]
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for

[Verse 1: T.I.]
All my nigga wanna do is hit a lick and flip some raw
Boy you better prepare yourself, them people finna set it off
What you oughta wanna do is get this money too with me
Even if you Bobby Seal, you gon’ need a Huey P
I’m doin’ me, international fluently
Speak the lingo my people talk
Don’t disrespect my people, dog
Or turn the other cheek, that ain’t the shit that we were taught
Arm yourself, defend yourself, they try you get to squeezin’ off
We’ve been out crazy
Do you like it in them jeans dawg?
Season dog, leave me out know they don’t want me involved
I’m dodgin’ 12, they be on watch
But I’m just ridin’ with my home boys

[Hook: Trev Case]
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

[Verse 2: Big KRIT]
We talkin’ high life, listenin’ to UGK
Ridin’ dirty mean you clean on swangers
If them law pull up then that means thanks
Turn up the changer, bangin’ out the whip
They muffle the signs, all the hoe shit that we were dealin’ with
Cause we be young and in the hustle
Partna sellin‘ whole, but no food in the cupboard like damn
I really wanna be a millionaire one day, one day
My nigga say yeah
We dyin’ out here for a little bit of neck but the government just don’t care
So I’m talkin’ Multi to the fullest
As long as I’m livin’, fuck the ones
When I was young, they let me ride shot gun
And show me how to get it
And you can ball all you want in the paint for the digits
But you gotta learn how to pivot
For the score, never speak, bet the goal that you want
Gotta keep it slow mo when you outchea creepin’
Watch for the lows when your head up high
Head in the sky and you’re outchea tippin’
All you’ve got is your word and your bond
Prepare for the hate when you’re switchin’ suites

[Hook: Trev Case]
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

[Verse 3: T.I.]
I’m either out or I’m all in it
This shit creek and we all in it
One false move and we all finish
We come together, we all winnin’
But you’d rather go and get your dogs in it
Either rob for the money, hit the mall with it
Then to the club, pull the broad with it
Then wylin’ chopper in it, I’m goin’ down with it, no lie
You get a chance, go to Dubai
You see your money ain’t as much as you thought
Matter of fact motherfuckers so rich
Make nigga feel petty and ashamed just for showin’ it off
100 thou for the outfit
A billion dollars worth of sun plugged in the outlet
You put your money where your mouth at
You won’t be talkin’ much would ya
If you was weren’t about shit
Revolutionary do it for the niggas that wish they were there to do it
Gotta chance to do me boy you better do it
Nigga comin’ back and shootin’ very good
Speakin’ better than a felon would
Got me property up in Ellenwood
And my position, I just fell into it
Devil want my soul and I ain’t sell it to him

[Hook: Trev Case]
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Switchin’ through lanes like hey-ey-ey
Paint drippin’, swing with this .30 on me
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec
Drivin’ real slow, ridin’ with my Tec

[Outro: T.I.]
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for
Make sure what you ride for
Is somethin’ you would die for