IDGAF

As a wise man that think if I possess the game in my mind

The reason I wear shades you can't see the pain in my eyes

In the rain storm in the blizzard, expressing all of my feelings

Pause, never took me serious, naw, mama never wanna listen

Stomach hurting my pockets empty how dare a nigga wanna tempt me

In the dark room all prayed out, I ain't never sat in no Bentley

Hustle hard in the alley way by Ms. Cita house I'm getting it

Wrecked my car Chris laughed at me, like I ain't supposed to remember

Wish Wig was still living, wish Shrimp was still living

Wish Joe was still living

Look at Chris how he tripping

Young troll just hit the phone

But he don't keep it a thousand

Ray Vicks just jacked him, and he ain't even see bout that

Now he telling me 'bout that

Seem to me he ain't 'bout that, nigga let me get a thrill juice

You don't have it now, but you gone have it later

My face card worth a hundred bands

Game recognize game baby, my lil brother lil Terrance Hines

I'd die for him and go to war behind him

Real niggas, all around me, bitch niggas ain't round me

Talkin Massachusetts exclusive, somebody bring it back

Cocaine made me smile but I cried

Ain't think my team a rat

Stroke know I love em

But nigga around could say fuck me

How that go when I fuck with nigga, ain't nobody gone fuck with em

In the neighborhood that I grew up in

They call it the southside, everybody house overcrowded

Forcing them to hang outside, my lil cousin Corey, hustle hard in fruits town

On the boulevard with the roof open like damn Ced what I do now

Me and Bees and Rodney, ice cup and it's muddy

You don't like me then fuck you

Probably dap me off and say fuck me

God forgive me next nigga play with me

I'll probably kill they mother

Make the funeral you in trouble

A lot of guns out and they bustin'

Pussy rapper talking shit on Twitter

But out in public it's nothing

Discussion had and I bump em

If looks could kill, I would've been dead

Bitch I'm with give real head

But I don't trust her that much

Let me slip and go back to jail

Watch how many niggas she fuck

Let me slip and go back to jail

Watch how many niggas she fuck

Niggas all on my dick (zip)

Bitches all on my dick (zip)

Only God know my struggle

Had it hard so I hustle

Don't fuck with none of you niggas

Don't trust none of you niggas

Run up on me nigga I'm with it

Put a slug in one of you niggas

Only God know my struggle

Had it hard so I hustle

And Everybody round me say

I don't give a fuck a bout nothin, nothin, nothin, nothin, nothin, nothin

I don't give a fuck about nothin

Most likely I'm too intelligent

They say cuts heal, not much here

You forget about it or you get around it

Can't forget about it, then you kill about it

I'm a ordained street minister

Read the bible, but a finish ya

Still have trouble with letting go

That ain't my ho, I just thought it was

My friends laughed when I kissed on her

Shoulda pulled my dick out and pissed on em

My family on fire wouldn't piss on em

Cold world, don't quit on me

Grind hard, get rich on em

Whatever you do just stack paper

My lil cousin Chief just called my phone, and I'm like what's the problem

"Heard about Lil Mocha? Nigga tried him and Lil Mocha shot him"

Bitch I'm going hard

It ain't no stopping, do that for the bottom

Everybody watching, Gates a great and he just made it out

Everything I make from profit

God I promise, I'll invest in houses

Just give me another chance at life

Put me back in bounce

Went to jail, already had my strips

Ain't no backing down

Shawty Spit Stacckz was in the cell with me

I'm laughing loud

This for all of you that hated

Panamaras backing out