fuck it

I thought for what it is
Never gave a fuck about another nigga's story
Never gave a fuck about a bitch that wasn't for me
Never gave a fuck at all because these fuckers boring
I'll be thinking fuck em all until it's over for me
Hate for all these bastards ever since I was in classes
You such a ugly fuck, repeat the clean up on my glasses
Depression on my ass, who gives a fuck 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
Fuck 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 fuck about you sinking get a float on
Give a fuck 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