Care Free (feat. Adversary & Cane)

I swear to God... every rapper is a copy And they snitching and they probably poppin mollies like Takashi You get molly wopped, f***ing with a real a real rappin zombie She got a body like a Halle, Aquafina that punani You get bodied up, I was down at Moechella wit Yaddiya I jah Rule, I murder with ink, I'm Irv Gotti's bruh Word to my lost mother y'all in trouble for the summer What's at stake? Is we finished or we done, word to Stunna Y'all ain't rappin no more These rappers goofy as hell, smoking hookah you get slapped to the floor My weed stinking up the room when you crack open doors Like I wore these draws two times And put em back in the drawer It's funky If I ain't smoking a blunt, then I'm probably twisting Skinny n**** catch an Uber, I ain't never lifting It's consequences for every action you trash rappin I frown finish my foes. And then I laugh after Like I ain't gotta care in the world They talking loyalty, prolly while they stare at your girl It's all good Like I ain't got a care in the world I keep it real, I'll never try to fake for this world Cause I ain't got a care in this world I swear to God It's finally time to kick in the door again Like I'm grippin the 4 and I'm ready to go to war again They want us to bring it back, catch me in the Delorean A doctor at delivering death, call me Kevorkian Sharp spoons like harpoons the hands of scorpion Will put you in a sub zero freeze, crack em like porcelain Make it hot a cayenne for you inside the porsche you in When I'm scorching the front of the floor of it around 4pm Papers I lit a few, listen and see he lyrical You literally look pitiful, inside a pit of fools First it's ridicule, after that it's getting rid of you And I aint saying sorry for sh** I said in the interview Who to give it to? You can get it before the interlude Turn him into food, leave you innards inside the inner tube Hit a friend or two give what's left to whoever's kin to you This shit is clinical it's official you fittin to hit the news Like I ain't gotta care in the world They talking loyalty, prolly while they stare at your girl It's all good Like I ain't got a care in the world I keep it real, I'll never try to fake for this world Cause I ain't got a care in this world I Swear to God I couldn't really give a sh** Throwin stones at a crib but never had the stones to live in it Leave a critic in critical Give you bitches the biscuit wit No intentions of getting up in a kitchen and fixin it But Still i'm whippin, I'm pulling up in some different sh** F***ing wit the kid or the fam is a plan to get you hit Send a visit but you isn't getting solicited Essays without papers get you outlined like a syllabus I'm not a killer but barred up like i did a bid No cap, this head of hair too gifted for a fitted lid The blade sharper It Pierce when it graze armer This shit that I blaze on Got me weezy as Dwayne Carter You ain't as hard as your twitter that say you are tried to run off on the plug and left wit a frayed charger... Yeah The Drip like i made water From a bourbon aged barrel Cuz greatness it take longer