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歌词
[Verse 1]
Yeah
Good luck, I don't give a fuck no more
Feel like fuck everything, man
Fuck everybody, fuck your social media shit
Fuck the T.V.
Fuck you
[Verse 2]
Yeah
Aw, yeah
Fuck every **** that dislike me
Boujee bitches that's feisty, only fuck with ****'s with large paper
But that pussy pricey
Sleepin' on theses ****'s with dreams
When that man blows, you only on his dick for the cream, you fucking slut
Fuck the Instagram thot, that shake her ass every post
Attention craving bitches all through the most, that pussy gross
Do some soul searching, your kids just askin' for love
You hardly pay them any mind, you shake ya ass at the club
Aye, fuck them insecure lame ****'s thinkin' they hard
He post his dirt on FaceBook, pussy **** you fraud
Fuck that ****, thats twenty-five and just joined the gang
Never came from the environment, that **** a lame
Fuck the house ****, just stand for nothin'
Turn the blind down, any quality thats disgusting, somebody snuff em'
Fuck anybody that hate me 'cause the tone of my skin
Fuck stressin' about this paid but gave a loan to my friend
Fuck the crooked systems, the over populated prisons
Classism and racism, fuck what's the difference
Fuck the radio 'cause they always play the same shit
Fuck some of you rap blogs, they always suck the same dicks
Fuck if you think you better 'cause a collage degrees
You lack knowledge yourself plus I make more guap then you, B
Fuck all the poverty and fathers that ran out on their kids
Them **** cowards, I stop harboring love for you, bitch
[Verse 3]
I wake up in the morning, cook my eggs on the stove
Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
And I don't think about it, middle finger to the sky
Not another tear to cry, while I live or will I die
I wake up in the morning, put my grits on the stove
Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
And I don't think about it, middle finger to the world like I don't give a fuck about it
[Verse 4]
Fuck your street credibility, ****'s livin' up the negativity
'Cause they insecure about who they are
Fuck thinkin' it's cool to be a drug addict, that shit sucks
Drugs destroyed the black community, what sick fucks
Put the crack in the hood like an experiment
****'s turn to zombies, was once creators of pyramids
Some guilty of it too, I make songs like lean and drop a drug reference on every other sixteen
So fuck me and fuck anybody that disagree
And fuck the chains we put on our minds from being free
Fuck the presidents and politicians makin' a sheet
Look behind that sheet, my **** wake from outta ya sleep
Aye, fuck my sneaker fetish coulda put that money in my kids saving's
But I go on 'bout rims, clothes, expensive cravings
Fuck Funk Volume for splittin' up
We had potential to be the illest label, no one was sick as us
I miss my ****'s, I hope you all doin' well
Now I owe my own enterprise, **** I will prevail
Fuck the O.G's misleading the youth, Aye, get em' babies the truth
Half of that shit you spit is fake and a boot
Fuck fear, fuck doubt, fuck stressing myself out
'Cause I worry that they sleep when I know I'm the best out
Fuck stressin' over love, woman come, woman go
Met my worst enemy staring in a mirror like, whoa
[Verse 5]
I wake up in the morning, cook my eggs on the stove
Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
And I don't think about it, middle finger to the sky
Not another tear to cry, will I live or will I die
I wake up in the morning, put my grits on the stove
Feel my heart getting cold, no more love for you hoes
And I don't think about it, middle finger to the world like I don't give a fuck about it