fuck it

I thought for what it is Never gave a f*ck about another nigga's story Never gave a f*ck about a bitch that wasn't for me Never gave a f*ck at all because these fuckers boring I'll be thinking f*ck em all until it's over for me Hate for all these bastards ever since I was in classes You such a ugly f*ck, repeat the clean up on my glasses Depression on my ass, who gives a f*ck it doesn't matter My brain is in the scatter, all my moods steady static Used to be a addict, xans and sex automatic Now my thoughts on the track turning up you faggots Almost killed myself dead, body for the maggots Could be rapping for a crib but they choose a Patek F*ck the Patek or a sports car, just need the magic Put the seven on my neck, my luck is running up When it's gone I get a get and keep that bitch tucked You niggas posers need exposure just to feel promoted I'm a bitch that wasn't for me Give a f*ck about you sinking get a float on Give a f*ck about you bitching and get a tampon Get the drink and start to sip and get my dance on Rapping like I got some issues, straight jack and shit Grab you by the niggas, stick that blade inside your shit Niggas missing pets, I got some traps inside my crib Bitch I'm getting the best, I don't need charts to tell me shit I need money checks to pay the bills and buy some ribs Give no money flex, I'll get them mills and live to chill Really need no mills, I need to re-up on these pills Look at shit they shill, they can never sell it real I got heart to steal but it's up to you to deal They don't get no kills, rookies playing back still I get hella chills working through these forest hills Ask me how I feel, tell em that I'm getting better Feeling Eno, that get better with a brighter sweater Interrupt, interrupting, interrupted I'll take that dagger out my sheath insert in your rib