[00:07.94]I don't give a f**k, nigga
[00:09.69]So why'd they evict you, bro?
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[00:13.32]Feel this cage when that acid fade
[00:15.69]Face the same, but your mind has changed
[00:19.40]You desire a stable home
[00:21.62]I acquire fame at naming hoes
[00:23.92]Contemplating ways of getting dome
[00:27.19]Plotting on my neighbors
[00:29.28]Asking God for favors, guess he isn’t home
[00:32.36]Probably ‘cause that f**king faith I didn’t show
[00:35.70]Skippin church, flip the work
[00:38.29]Hit the dirt like Tommy Drummond b*tch
[00:42.00]Grew up in a home that papa wasn’t in
[00:45.08]Came up off of work that my conscience wasn't in
[00:48.37]Either way it goes, a lot is getting hit
[00:51.67]And if it wasn’t hoes, then it probably was a lick
[00:54.80]Got burners on my soul, and my posse on my skin
[00:58.07]Sweaty D-A dollar top lotto picks
[01:01.38]Promise that I'm not the one to f**king plot against
[01:04.49]Love him, but my father ain't my motherf**king friend
[01:08.20]Trying to figure out how to start a motherf**king end
[01:11.49]Trend dodging, keep a b*tch by me
[01:14.57]Back roll
[01:16.46]Garbage bag full of Xans
[01:17.89]Place myself to rap still, nigga, cash is in hand
[01:21.18]Packs get vac sealed like the Tin Man
[01:24.48]Cardiac still missing, is it past real?
[01:27.92]Get it, work make Guinness
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[01:31.37]Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been
[01:33.59]Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends
[01:39.23]Tell that b*tch to roll up, f**king with some grown ups
[01:44.51]Don’t know where I’m going, don’t know where I been
[01:46.50]Never trust these hoes, can’t even trust my friends
[01:50.44]Tell that b*tch to roll up, f**king with some grown ups
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[01:57.18]My mama wonder why it never seem to reach
[01:58.90]See my daddy in the way I'm acting
[02:02.93]And my facial features
[02:04.31]Just trying to put you on, dawg, I came from teachers
[02:08.33]Take the plate and clean it, nigga, I’m a dog
[02:11.47]Tell her hit or miss me with the f**king monologue
[02:14.58]Lord, I can't fight it, know I'm tryna brawl
[02:17.82]Get a copper hauled off
[02:19.57]Shit, I'm the type of nigga that you cop your raw off
[02:23.04]Popping hoes
[02:24.24]Grab the board and these niggas call charge
[02:28.32]Chain switches jerseys like it's all star
[02:31.87]Press the OnStar, think it's all lost