The F Word lyrics
by GRIP
[Verse 1: GRIP]
Jumped off the porch and in a sense, my innocence was murdered
The f*ck I look like skimming, penny pinchin', flipping burgers?
Need limo tints and rims that sit up pretty on the Chevy
Extended clips for ill intent, you ready? I'm ready
Just me against the world and, b*tch, I'm goin' out bussin'
It's free Yam 'til they free my motherf*ckin' cousin
System been corrupt, Jesus, if a pus*y n*gga try me
I'ma send 'em up, semi tucked, mama said, "Do you not give a–"
[Chorus: GRIP & WARA]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (Will you give a f*ck?)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (Won't you give a f*ck?)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (Really, will you give a f*ck?)
As the world turns, the hustlers gon' earn
The weak become prey, the weed is gon' burn
You cannot teach the things you don't learn
The preacher's gon' preach, you breach or stand firm
[Verse 2: GRIP]
So now a n*gga older and I'm hardly ever sober
A chip atop my shoulder, my heart kept getting colder
I paid my f*ckin' dues and now I'm sittin' on the totem
Got b*tches on my scrotum, can't nobody control him
I'm paranoid as f*ck, I think these n*ggas tryna end me
So f*ck if you offended if I don't come off as friendly
Don't ask me if I like what such and such did on a beat
My homie died the other week, n*gga, do you really think I give a–
[Chorus: GRIP & WARA]
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (Will you give a f*ck?)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (Won't you give a f*ck?)
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck (Really, will you give a f*ck?)
As the world turns, the hustlers gon' earn
The weak become prey, the weed is gon' burn
You cannot teach the things you don't learn
The preacher's gon' preach, you breach or stand firm
[Post-Chorus: WARA]
b*tches on my line, I ain't got the time (b*tches on my line)
We getting money now, yeah, I'm doin' fine (I'm doin' fine)
It's a world tour, oh, we at ya door (Door)
Swear it's never enough, tell 'em gimme more (Tell 'em gimme more)
b*tches on my line, I ain't got the time (b*tches on my line)
We getting money now, yeah, I'm doin' fine (I'm doin' fine)
It's a world tour, oh, we at ya door (Door)
Swear it's never enough, tell 'em gimme more (More)