Lyrics:
don't give a fuck, god may I ask from yo prayer so my soul don't die
These is real tears I cried
And dreams don't lie
When they tell me dat I'm doin
That's when I realized like how dangerous these people actually are
Like they will make up complete lies about you
And put it in actual news
and glory and honor) and honor, they all belong to you, Jesus
Get some credit out there by myself, thank you Jesus, thank you Jesus
(For blessing me) for
(banged it)
She armed and dangerous
That long hair got me tangled up (yup)
You are my Topanga
Stood your ground even when they aimed at us (yeah, yeah)
I hear you in this one) ain't never seen no palm tree
Gon' be a murder in Miami if they play at Rolling Loud
Give a fuck about no law, play with
Ay, ay, ayy (uh)
Girl I don't give a fuck bout none but You reserve us a spot for nun but two
We done got thangs that we both been through but all
to say
The rich dismiss us
They claim they wanna help us
But really in reality
They don't give two fucks
They care about making life better for themselves
to get it
so switch ya pivot, and then whatever's left u give em
been given wisdom by Ciz and every citizen in a good position
it's a blessing I
Stick to the truth and we live by it
Whether or not they like to admit it
It's better we stop, the fight to forget it
Together, it's the last feather
about, I think. what
The kids today...because I feel like everybody's responsible, especially
The kids. if they don't feel like they have to change
that's what they want
But they just can't see me, I slide up on 'em
Nigga that don't work his shit up off a coke
Work that bitch from a corner into
Took a few L's, we can't let shit slide
Glock gon' work, don't care about his side
I ain't just losin' my top, I been fried
In the trap spot, where
and try to attain whatever
Vibe it is that I want to put out on a record
So I think that I've achieved like
"27?" I don't give a fuck what
You think about
on my whole being
Working on hustle
Working on career goals
Critical attention to things that really matters most.
I don't give a shit about whatever they
me
They're scared as hell
When I come around
They don't speak about me
They don't really move
They only move around me
My ex is my ex and he's mad
me, you know I don't fuck with you (word)
Rollin' with nicki and we in the 'bach and she heated
'Cause I brought the drum with us (word)
You know I'm
be sober my whole life than be in here another day
We get treated like animals, they don't give a fuck about us
Even though , you scream as loud
on Among Us
Apparently someone was being toxic
We said they like CP
But they didn't know
They couldn't see that we were faking it
At all
They fucking
all these wrongs by ourselves
The angel only said
Man, looks are deceiving you
Now don't you underrate yourselves
Oh looks are deceiving you
Now
the kids got is us, Grind Time rap game
Read an old magazine, check out a new dress
I be havin' conversations with Cornel West
Killer Mike don't give a damn
quick to talk shit and don't give a damn
I tell that hoe run, man that hoe better scram
I pimp across the land, better read ya' motherfuckin' press
by the blood of the lamb
And the word of our mouth
But they're still sins
Behind the scenes that we can't talk About
He Gave Blood
The best we can give
The payments are always a bit too late
The companies want our dime, but they don't wanna give us the time
To pay for everything we have
Chorus
You don't have
They hate us, and its hard to let it go
Cause I can feel the rage
Cause I can feel the rage
I'm about to raise, hell
I'm about to raise, hell
So they
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