LEARNING TO NOT GIVE A FUCK Lil Darkie

[Part I]

[Intro]
Oh, what's that? Another no melody beat?
You better put a melody on this later

[Verse]
I limp like a pimp and I spit like a llama
Chimp with a tool in his hand, Talking Tom-a
Hawk in the sky flying at Osama
No killing innocents I’m not Obama
Spilling a little bit out my bomber
Courtesy USA and our commas
Dirty a synonym for your mama
I'm Lil Darkie, nigga, I'm Brahma
Rama, run up on you with the knowledge
Run up my mo-fucking mileage
Niggas was telling me I couldn’t do it, you blew it
Now you acting childish
I'm on my wild shit
Why is he saying the N-word?
Nigga, 'cause I won't pretend where I'm from
Nigga, 'cause all of my friends aren't bums
Who believe you can own a word, own a tongue
Dumb
Own a person, own none
Culture wars ain't no fun
Ultra-liberal scum, Nazi niggas go run
Vultures circle the sun
Learn to not to give a fuck
Learn to not to give hate back
Earn a lot with no luck
Burn the herb and fade
Turn the world and pray that yo’ cake become fat
But who really cares?
Nobody aware, in love with they hair, in love with the self
Wealth growing, stealth blowing
I cannot have any privacy
Even my closest of homies could lie to me
They could decide to be slithering snakes
Where the withering wraiths
Keep a blistering pace, see a fist in your face