Ya'll aint know shlt about me..
if i cant do it im still bound to try/ in bc its only weed smoke that clouds the sky/ im poundin rye, ya'll beggin me pleeease nox, teach us how to rhyme!!/ bat
its M-F-P until the Death Of Me
Lyrics
hook -
ya'll aint know shit about me (about me)
so how the fuck could you judge me (judge me)
i just gotta say one thing and then im outtie
come see.....
come see if im really bout it
come see me if you really doubt it
come see if I'm-frontin
mutherfuckas Try-somethin
quit runnin-ya-mouth
& see what-im-about
1st verse
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so listen, i dont give a fuck what you gotta say/
if you were thinkin bout approachin me just walk away/
take a hike, i aint the type to take advice/
i'll listen but an opinion-isnt gonna change my way of life/
you just wastin ya breath tryin to speak your mind/
and express your thoughts cuz you dont agree with mine/
and thats fine, not everybody will & dont have to/
but i dont wanna know what your thinkin 'less i asked you/
damn dude, i dont wanna sound stuck up and rude/
but go ahead and judge me, i aint got nothin to prove/
nothin to lose, so talk all the shit that you want/
try and diss me but dont think you wont get a response/
you lil bitches just talk, lie, and make assumptions/
so even tho you talk alot you aint sayin nothin/
straight up, and fuck all the god-damn-doubts/
cuz if the odds are against me, its the odd-man-out!/
hook
2nd verse
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i really dont care about your fuckin opinion/
so now, with that said.. just shut up and listen/
this is what I think, man, dont you see/
MY thoughts, i careless if YOU dont agree/
i am who i am and that shit will never change/
i'll be spittin rhymes till i got nothin left to say/
till all debts been paid, & ive achieved my goals/
until i cant count the amount of c-d's ive sold/
once my dreams unfold, & i got what i was goin after/
till i got no more questions cuz i know the answers/
i aint never gonna act like someone im not/
and wont come to a stop till im up at the top/
no love for the cops, and i aint fuckin with you/
trust me, i aint rappin just for somethin to do/
its the only chance i got, cuz this washin dishes/
minimum wage without a pot to piss in, aint proper livin'
i'd rather be locked in prison, im committin robberys/
forced to live in poverty until i win the lottery/
