Still Don’t Give A f*ck lyrics

by

AMG


[Verse 1]
Young black male, I barely made my way out
I couldn't hack the jail, that's why I plan to stay out
I'm getting fat mail, 'cause that would never play out
And making rap sales, I got another way out
Jacking motherf*ckers for a livin'
I know too many famous people, to be hungry on Thanksgiving
Hear me, nervous and ya fear me
See me at my shows, don't pose, n*gga cheer me
Ain't the type to sweat cha, doubt if I'll forget cha
If you diss me wear a vest 'cause sucker I'll get ya
In a hurry, throw a flurry and you're buried
Punk tried to jack, I peeled his cap, now I be happy don't worry
I ain't that average motherf*cka on the mic
Say what I feel, stayin' real, give a f*ck what you like
I write the type of sh*t that get the crowd hype
And if you diss me, don't whisper, I'm the loud type
Bump your fist for a n*gga named 2Pacalypse
Straight from the underground, n*gga, we be droppin' sh*t
You can't fade me, you craziness smoked out
I get some drank and hit the naked then I'm loc'd out
Hey, provoke me if you wanna, I'm a nut
You wanna know what's up?
Ain't nothin' changed, still don't give a f*ck

[Hook]
Still dropping more sh*t than a b*tch (it's on)
Man I don't seen 'em motherf*cker
Still dropping more sh*t than a b*tch (it's on)
Man I don't seen 'em motherf*cker
[Verse 2]
I give a shout out to my East Coast street folks
All you other motherf*ckers get ya teeth broke
Tryna talk about the town like we country
But you jealous 'cause the next n*gga's phoney
If the bullsh*t you speakin' never reach me
You best to reachin' for your pistol when you see me
Why? I'm from the Bronx, motherf*cka, I was born to box
We can shoot it from here or we can pop the Glocks
It's on you, so n*gga, what you wanna do?
We go 1 on 1 and call on your crew
Got a crew so true that they lie for a n*gga
That they keep their eye on a n*gga 'cause they die for a n*gga
It's so real, motherf*cka, can you feel it?
And it's cool to hit the drink, but don't kill it
And my Poppa told me killers never brag a lot
I slip my Glock in my pants and let it sag a lot
I ain't a gangbanging killer or crack slinger
Just a Oaktown n*gga turned rap singer
'Cause it ain't where you from, it's how you come
And a real n*gga know another one when he see one
Here's a word for hoes at the shows
Keep on your clothes and n*ggas wouldn't call you hoes
'Cause how you gon' f*ck the crew
Then get mad when them n*ggas get p*ssed to diss ya
Game ain't free, but I'ma warn ya, ya gotta be stronger
And make 'em wait a little longer
But I can't wait, so let me hit 'em
Hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, hit 'em, quit 'em
'Cause baby gotta pay for the nuts
These hoes wanna know what's up
I still don't give a f*ck
[Hook]
Still dropping more sh*t than a b*tch (haha yeah n*gga quite here)
Man I don't seen 'em motherf*cker
(dont like you music, shut the f*ck up)
Still dropping more sh*t than a b*tch

[Verse 3]
I heard n*gga say "he hate the way I curse"
Now that hurts so um.. so this verse I'ma curse worse
Jump like a toe when you want some
Stick ya like bubblegum with the code name troublesome
They tried to ban my music 'cause the n*ggas is locin' up
Locin' up 'cause the n*ggas is broke as f*ck
There's no love for the inner city streets
So you never find peace 'til we get a piece
Now that's deep, don't sleep, from ya dog's cheatin'
But how the hell you gon' help me from across the street
They forget about the brothers once they make it
Then get mad at a n*gga when we take it
Well you lookin' kinda cute in your three piece suit
But to people like Duke, you a n*gga too
Get smart, how the hell we gon' be livin' cool
When the other n*ggas didn't get a part
sh*t, look inside yo heart

[Outro]
Still don't give a f*ck
Uh huh still don't give a f*ck, still don't give a f*ck
This for them punk ass n*ggas that don't know
Oaktown is on a motherf*ckin' [?] and we ain't takin' little seats
Tryna and come out here talking that sh*t mad
Your ass gon' get caps hehuhu
It's like that n*gga (tell 'em) yeah
Can't beat this sh*t it's a motherf*cking phase representing n*gga
All presenting
RPB is around don't f*ck with them motherf*cking n*ggas in this town
We popping 'em and dropping 'em with the mouth
Remember the next time that pull motherf*ckin' on 'em
'Cause it might be...
Dang dang
Dang dang
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