I don’t really give a f#ck I’ma give em what they-
I don’t really give a f#ck I’ma give em what they want
Smokin’ on designer Thrax why this {?} in yo’ blunt
Had to go and double down, Take the chance so I’m the one
{?} on the top we’re blowing up
{?} attention {?} still don’t show you love
And I’ll admit it there was some times when I had my back against the wall
But remember what’s important is you can {?}
Stay with my brothers through Opp sh#t, So together through it all
Young and millitant, Give a f#ck about the law
She keep {?} my dick up in her jaw
Sometimes I’m waking up like f#ck it all
You want thе smoke I don’t wanna talk
b#tch I’m in the {?} so I’m in the cut
I can’t еven {?}
{?} don’t care about their feeling in the zone
I’m the type to go see God and tell ’em “Tell me what you want”
I’m feeling like {?}
{?} second nature
I’ll move back to Cali and get faded
f#ck all that {?} b#tch
Chase a pill you gotta take it
I’m throwing drugs in combination
It’s an R.I.P {?}
That’s yo’ b#tch she f#cking crazy
Gotta sit back and just think
Imagine if I went to college got a good paying job and a wedding ring
f#ck that I’ma go wherever I want
I put my heart {?} right in the front
Had a billion dollars over the jump
I’m high as I could be, Ay
{?} like a centipede
I walk in the party feel a b#tch recognize me off of ketamine
Don’t worry about the petty sh#t I’m with the better things
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