[Intro]
Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him
This shit ain’t nothing to me, you stupid piece of shit (this is what I’m talking about)
Step the wrong way and you perish (that’s true)
You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, (ask me) ‘Cause I don’t give a shit
[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck, it’s the truth
I’ma lay it down in the booth everytime that I step in (yeah)
And it’s easy to keep it sharp ‘cause my mind is a weapon (a weapon)
I’m in the lab, they put my flow in a vial and test it (I beat that)
They takin’ they measurements, I don’t think that they gеt the hint (they don’t)
I put my soul up in my lyrics, my spirit flow when I spit, damn
If it’s a bag thеn we bag you up like a hit (yeah)
I got some drugs up in this bag that I guarantee they won't quit
I got a couple hoes I gotta hit on my list like it’s Christmas (check)
They been naughty, I’ve been reeling them quickly out of they fishnets (reel them in!)
Better feel the flow like a pinch test, I open up your mouth make you feel they flow like a piss test
I treat your hoe like Pandora’s box, she gon’ get unlocked (ok)
It’s a photo finish, she photogenic but still get cropped
Right out the picture, I fuck your bitch and dismiss her (get out)
I ain’t ever had a miss, I’ma send you back to your Miss
[Verse 2: Bill $Aber]
Ay, how do we dance this bitch, say bruh, I’m there for me, it’s the real
I’m out this real, I don’t get it, how could you live with these chums?
You down and out in this lane, but dress as quick as you up
I used to be there, ain’t judging but shit, enough is enough
In a world full of danger just listen close to my friend
I give you warning, I take you to safety then I defend
It’s more to life to just work it for them and making some mends
I try to show them but trust me, they don’t listen to him
They don’t pray to him either, they don’t keep their God close
Then they call me the demon, thank God I’m taking these blows
I pick a beat and then I go and pick a flow from the stove
I got some ammo for these rappers that I’m ’bout to expose
Most these rappers tryna sound like me, but deep down, they ain’t real, they ain’t down like me
Never cared about this shit and never did
I been dead for a long time, pussy, I’m just tryna live
Slowly faded into darkness, and I let the archangels take him
This shit ain’t nothing to me, you stupid piece of shit (this is what I’m talking about)
Step the wrong way and you perish (that’s true)
You think I care about this shit? Ask me if I care about this shit, (ask me) ‘Cause I don’t give a shit
[Verse 1: Fukkit]
Yeah, I don’t give a fuck, it’s the truth
I’ma lay it down in the booth everytime that I step in (yeah)
And it’s easy to keep it sharp ‘cause my mind is a weapon (a weapon)
I’m in the lab, they put my flow in a vial and test it (I beat that)
They takin’ they measurements, I don’t think that they gеt the hint (they don’t)
I put my soul up in my lyrics, my spirit flow when I spit, damn
If it’s a bag thеn we bag you up like a hit (yeah)
I got some drugs up in this bag that I guarantee they won't quit
I got a couple hoes I gotta hit on my list like it’s Christmas (check)
They been naughty, I’ve been reeling them quickly out of they fishnets (reel them in!)
Better feel the flow like a pinch test, I open up your mouth make you feel they flow like a piss test
I treat your hoe like Pandora’s box, she gon’ get unlocked (ok)
It’s a photo finish, she photogenic but still get cropped
Right out the picture, I fuck your bitch and dismiss her (get out)
I ain’t ever had a miss, I’ma send you back to your Miss
[Verse 2: Bill $Aber]
Ay, how do we dance this bitch, say bruh, I’m there for me, it’s the real
I’m out this real, I don’t get it, how could you live with these chums?
You down and out in this lane, but dress as quick as you up
I used to be there, ain’t judging but shit, enough is enough
In a world full of danger just listen close to my friend
I give you warning, I take you to safety then I defend
It’s more to life to just work it for them and making some mends
I try to show them but trust me, they don’t listen to him
They don’t pray to him either, they don’t keep their God close
Then they call me the demon, thank God I’m taking these blows
I pick a beat and then I go and pick a flow from the stove
I got some ammo for these rappers that I’m ’bout to expose
Most these rappers tryna sound like me, but deep down, they ain’t real, they ain’t down like me
Never cared about this shit and never did
I been dead for a long time, pussy, I’m just tryna live
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