Fuck It

(Goodbye s1rk) (RunnerBoy) (Yessir) (If you think that you can hang with me and s1rk then you've been tricked) No, I ain't giving it up You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest No Diddy First of all, can we talk 'bout the shit that they say on the way f*ck that album, f*ck that single, burn that hard drive, say it to your face All of these numbers ain't making no sense cause bitch I'm the hottest one out of my state And I'm making too much money to f*ck with these people so I had to cop an estate Tell me how the f*ck you think you could pull up to my crib when you don't even know where I stay? I just don't understand it, you say that you're sending the cannon but you won't even look my way Been heart broken and damaged, drinking till I'm hammered and Percocet 30 go straight to the face So why run to me when you made a mistake on your own, like it don't even click in my brain I'm tired of helping you, I'm tired of giving you money Cause every time that I put in the work for you, you stab me and leave me with nothing You come up to me and you say that it's worse for you but I already know that you're bluffing How you gon' do that to me And I thought you was my dog, now you gon' tell me to go kick the bucket F*ck it, I'm getting madder again Send love to my exes and f*ck all these hoes, but I might do a drive-by in a Benz You searching with me after stealing my clothes, now tell me like, how you gon' say you my friend? Shit don't make sense but now I know I gotta say "f*ck it!" and run up the bands You just hurting yourself by digging a hole, I don't need no fake friends again No fake friends again I promise Cause I need some real motherfuckers who'll be there for me and whatever they need then I got it Like how you gon' find all my cash on the ground and take all my money and gimme' the wallet? That's outta pocket, no contest, ain't even a bargain But now I'm aware you can call me a Sargent Guess I gotta stand on my own, said f*ck a crew I'mma get to the gold, uh Yeah I gotta get green on my own, screaming "f*ck everyone else!" cause they gone, uh Could be watching a movie at home, they won't even come and knock on the door, uh So I gotta keep me a pole, bitch I know that I ain't ever alone No, I ain't giving it up You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest Just being honest, you don't know how I'm feeling all the time Rotting my brain, you been caught on my mind Don't know what love is, I'm guessing I'm blind And my heart is hurting from every time that you picked up a knife and stuck it in my spine You picked up my heart and threw it like a dime Now y'all are wondering why I been crying Cause you threw me right back like a fish in a line And you can't tell me what to do about it Though it was love we tapped in Okay cool, but let's go back to acting How you gon' throw me away in a trash can I can't believe I was blowing your back in Everything our relationship was lacking Peep the album, you can see that I'm past it Uh, and I'm done right now Hard to think you used to make me nervous like I was standing in front of a crowd So I got a different mindset, I'm steady screaming out "f*ck it!" Money up in my pocket it's nothing You can do what you want if you want it I'll prove it to you bitch I'm balling with buckets I'm going crazy with the four like I'm Stunna (4 Vegas) I had two-hundred for lunch like Gunna And I be talking but at least it's a hundred And I said f*ck all the love and I'm tired of the drama I'm keeping the music alive for my momma I gotta stay focused on getting the commas No stopping it now, gotta stay on the come up (Hmm) And that's why No, I ain't giving it up You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest