I Dont Give A f*ck lyrics

by

Jay Electronica


[Verse 1]
Said i been down and out
I been through the rain
I been hurt so long
I can't feel the pain
I just thought i could talk to you
Cause in your heart, it been hard for you
And applaud for you
Staying in your lane, and your style
Damn, in your life it been raining a while
Man, I can see the pain in your smile
At least you still smile, least you still smile
Never loved these b*tches n*ggas, cause you down, babe-baby
Uh, you know opinions like Honda Accords
So all broke n*ggas all wanna call
Hate to be the one no one applaud
Everybody's a boss, no ones employed
I don't get it, I never got it
When everybody was doing what everybody was doing
I was bodying everybody, counting every body
So when i say "I'm the best", that's counting everybody!
I'm talking every shotty loaded
Now i got it, every automatic weapon
If you going for my spot, i put a hole up in your top
I drop them n*ggas, drop them figures, then i roll up in a drop
I tell my jeweler take them diamonds then he throw em at my watch
Once your moneys in the game, ain't no reset button
I don't give a f*ck if you was big foot
You still have big shoes to fill
Cause yall n*ggas ain't beasting nothing, no, no
[Bridge]
I stays the f*ck in my lane
This just the type of sh*t that runs through my brain
Oh no, oh no
Heres these lames go again with this sh*t
They would block me if they could
They just want to stop and judge
But b*tch n*gga, hop off my di*k

[Pre-Hook]
Lately i been getting a little too much paper
Flossing too heavy i ain't worried bout n*ggas
My day one hit me on the jack last night
Said "It's all about kings" lets swerve on n*ggas
Coon, my n*gga ain't nothin to a boss
Two drops outside with the tops blown off
Heard you n*ggas talking that sh*t
We mob up and walk in that b*tch like

[Hook]
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
I ain't never give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
If you know you fly, throw your Rollie in the sky like
Let me talk my sh*t
Let me talk my sh*t
Let me talk my sh*t
Let me talk my sh*t
I don't give a f*ck
[Verse 2]
Sometimes this world moves too fast
Only thing can slow it down is champagne
So tonight raise up your glass
And imma let it pour till it's running down your arm
I been running down a list of all the n*ggas that was faking
They was b*tching, they was wishing we ain't never come and take it
How they f*ck we let em tell us we ain't never gonna make it
They be making up the rules and we ain't never gonna break it
Im a boxer, and a brawler
Feeling like Broner, took one loss and ain't nobody in my corner
My life my glory, times when i was down
My god i was writing my life, my story
n*ggas talk so reckless
Im only with my day ones, no extras
Only time you see a king move back is when a n*gga playing checkers
I ain't into playing checkers, just checking these n*ggas

[Bridge]
I stays the f*ck in my lane
This the type of sh*t that runs through my brain
Oh no, oh no
Heres these lames go again with this sh*t
They would block me if they could
They just want to stop and judge
But b*tch n*gga, hop off my di*k
[Pre-Hook]
Lately i been getting a little too much paper
Flossing too heavy i ain't worried bout n*ggas
My day one hit me on the jack last night
Said "It's all about kings" lets swerve on n*ggas
Cool, my n*gga ain't nothin to a boss
Two drops outside with the tops blown off
Heard you n*ggas talking that sh*t
We mob up and walk in that b*tch like

[Hook]
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
I ain't never give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
I don't give a f*ck
If you know you fly, throw your Rollie in the sky like
Let me talk my sh*t
Let me talk my sh*t
Let me talk my sh*t
Let me talk my sh*t
I don't give a f*ck
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