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Used to want love, now I can give a f*ck what you saying I give a f*ck what you doing I give a f*ck how you moving against me I give a f*ck bout you plotting to get me I give a f*ck I give a black eye to a cop trying to arrest me I give a whole bouquet to ya moms if you test me I give a call to ya bestie I give you E for the effort Nice try but I see ya plays still messy I'm tryna figure out shit myself still, so you don't even need my blessing I don't need no one blessing I don't need no validation I just need to be more patient Still finna get up and get it I'ma keep doing what i'm doing like they doing, ya'll real spill inspiration I give a f*ck bout a hater I give a f*ck bout a mad hoe, i'll see you later I'ma just blow on this paper I give a f*ck bout a loser I give a f*ck bout a man trying to talk down on another man tryna do sum Get rich or die trying, gotta choose one Most of ya'll can't make ya mind up, go and ask yes men He gon be broke forever, bless him Taking no shots, Smith, Wesson No buckets How you gon score if you ain't even aim? I was like you long ago, no shame Then I made sum out the mothafuckin' pain Ain't nobody fault but yours, quit playing Get off yo ass boy, go and run game Go and get stats on your name