Lyrics:
Ask me if I give a fu-
Ask me if I give a fu-
Recently I just don't give a fuck about a thing, yuh
Nigga blinging, see me shining liked I iced out my glow
Leave no witness if you did it
Nigga, light up that show
Music business full of bitches
That's why I stay alone
Hitting switches like I'm different
Blowing: "Ooh" with that flow
Me and Ghoste was in black suits
Smoking out a hearse
We them legends out the cracks who
Came up out of that dirt
Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, 'cause I don't
Make a weak nigga run like we different from Uzi Vert, hoe
I don't know the devil
I don't know the god
I just swore to god
I just see an image of a god
It's the first [?] pussy is bastard
Ghoste to the god killing all your masters
Switchblade under the tongue now
Make stacks under my god
I smell dead corpse, thought you could run, boy?
In states, praying for a sign
You are toxic
My blood, your lips
You are toxic
My blood, your lips
I'm not ready to fall
To the end of the earth
[?] racing into outta space
You can tell me that I'm gonna be fine
Smoke [?] terrify
(Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, ayy) (Ha, ha, yeah, ha) (Weh di bloodclaat do yuh? Siddung, siddung)
(Ask me if I give a fuck about a-) (Huh)
Die!
On the top
Digging how I'm coming and rot
With the static I'm buried, on god (Fuck)
[?] (Yeah)
Ain't no mentions, [?] on the job (Fuck)
Fuck the mention, I'll slaughter, then block (Yeah)
All these pussies they talk shit, act shit, rap shit
They want us to stick to the bads
Just save yourself already, bitch
My arrogance is caused by intelligence
I cannot fuck with no [?]
[?] duck down (Eurgh)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck this shit already (Ooh)
Thinking 'bout the paper like an addict (Fuck)
Guess I'm just an addict
Fiending for my fix, I'm gonna have it
Throwing couple bands on a Patek
No scope damage
Once you got the wave, don't pass it (No way)
I'm a living legend, don't gas it
I'm a new level, don't gas it (Uh?)
No, I can't sit still, I'm [?]
I'm a living legend, don't gas it
Fuck, fuck
Juicy J
Shut the fuck up
I need the money counted
Told they count money by hand (Money by hand)
Niggas be hating on the low
But in real life these niggas fans (These niggas fans)
Booked every day of the week (Week), got the club going out on a Tuesday (Tuesday)
Somebody called up Spike Lee (Spike Lee)
Why? My life a movie (Ooh)
Both my pockets is stupid (Stupid)
He ain't getting paid, you clueless (Clueless)
I know she independent (Yeah)
But she with me, she lose it (She lose it)
If she with me, she lost (She lost)
Most these niggas is soft (Is soft, man)
I've never been with the workers (Hell no)
Get me in touch with the boss (Called him)
Shooting with me, no talk (No talk)
You catch a bullet like boss (Pah-pah)
You catch up with me like: "Oh damn"
Nigga gon' walk that off (Too-roo)
All these rappers in they feelings 'cause I'm up (Ayy)
Juicy J just like a nun nigga, I don't give a f-
Ask me if I give a fuck about a clique, ayy
Ask me if I give a fuck about a diss, yuh
Ask me if I give a fuck about fame, yuh
Recently I just don't give a- (I just decided that I-)
Really don't give a fuck about a diss or a clique and the fame
Really only give a fuck if you remember the name
When the post-apocalyptic [?] sticking on a hoe [?] legacy [?] will leave on it, on it (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
I broke the law in Madrid, I broke a nail in Ukraine
I broke a bitch's back in Poland, don't remember her name
I broke a heart in New Zealand, but really, I didn't mean it
I broke a rack selling merch in the states, can't believe it
I traded broke for a broken soul and emotion coastin'
I'm talking the talking, just get me out of this hole
I've been digging and digging till I decide
It's finally time to make this hole I've been digging
My hole is 72 inches inside
What else remains alive?
Get around this [?] fuck signs, saying goodbye
Resting my eyes, till I'm no more than full of all the flies
I think I got it