I don't care too much about no shit I can't control

I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes

I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes

I'm runnin' out of time, shit, my mama gettin' old

I don't care too much about no paper, my shit long

Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown

So I don't care too much about what other **** own

I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own

Wake up in the mornin', take a shit and grab my pistol

Kiss that motherfucker on the lips like I miss you

Hate fallin' asleep 'cause usually that's when **** get you

Think I work for NASA, I'm surrounded by these missiles

I ain't been to Compton 'bout a week, I'm feelin' homesick

But Compton almost killed me, so I'm out in Calabasas 'til the casket

Mama proud her only son done got his own shit

Any **** violate the crib gon' get his dome split

My kids sleep well knowin' they daddy gon' die for 'em

We ain't got it and they want it, shit, I'm gon' try for 'em

Pissed they mama off, she call me, I'm gon' lie for 'em

No, we ain't together, but that condo in the sky for 'em

Fucked up the family unit, chasin' after hoes

I ain't really got no type, just come in here with pretty toes

Think I stopped by Roscoe's and get a number four

Sit where PnB Rock died, **** God bless your soul

I don't care too much about no shit I can't control

I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes

I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes

I'm runnin' out of time, shit, my mama gettin' old

I don't care too much about no paper, my shit long

Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown

So I don't care too much about what other **** own

I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own

Cheatin' on my bitch and I can't lie, I feel like shit

'Cause I'd rather die than see her ride another dick

Twenty missed calls, I gotta go, let's make it quick

Told her I was in the studio with God's son and Hit

Pussy was so fire, shit, I almost let it slip

Wishin' I just came through the door, got some head and dipped

Lot of shit be on my conscience like Jermaine Cole

I feel like him and Kendrick Duckworth got the same soul, same goals

Wish my life was more like them ****, relaxed and cool

And they still with the women that they dated back in school

I can't be tied down, so I smash and move

But every good pussy comes with a bag of shoes

One day I'm gon' settle down and just pick the one

But today, I fled the scene of a hit-and-run

I could blame my daddy for my player way

But he dead, so it's this until I fade away

I don't care too much about no shit I can't control

I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes

I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes

I'm runnin' out of time, shit, my mama gettin' old

I don't care too much about no paper, my shit long

Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown

So I don't care too much about what other **** own

I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own