Aggy M - God is Gay

I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
I don't give a shit
I don't give a fuck, give a shit
I don't give a fuck, or this beautiful dick
'Cause my dick; my dick is so big and so thick
I don't give a fuck if I'm rich
Give a fuck about no bitch

You niggas is flaming like hot sauce
I told y'all to cool off, but niggas been getting too bold
Put your right hand on the crockpot
And please look me dead in my eyes, please do not swear on this oath
Nigga, for food, I've done odd jobs
I could've been dead
But I'm keeping my word, I won't fold
And I live like a rockstar
I'm trying to get chicken, no pot pie

Now tell me the truth
Tell me the fuck you gon' do
I live by this code
Stay on go, never fold, no excuse
I never would fall for no truce
The shit I've been through
You would think I was abused
Nigga, tell me the fuck's your excuse
My mama, she pimp with a limp
And step daddy got juice
I'm blessed with a fortune of fruits
A fortune; I been putting work in
And still planting roots
So tell me who think I'm a fool
Tell me who planning to shoot
'Cause I might just kidnap your family
And ransom your crib for the loot
You'd never expect me to shoot
I don't deny no one food
But you bit off a bit more than you could chew
But I ain't got shit to lose
Never had shit to prove
I'm just a menace who managed to get it
And I got a fetish for abusing you mooks
I ain't from the trenches
I'm from the bricks with the benches
I slept on them benches
Still hopping them fences
Thank God I ain't facing no sentence
Got out of assault, battery and even domestic
I beat on my ex, no I do not regret it
And nigga still know he gon' get it
I told you you'll die, and man, on my own blood
Bitch I meant it

I be outside on the thot blocks
Can't call you my opp
'Cause you seen me on Third, and you didn't pop
And you kept walking, did not stop
I did not run up 'cause I know that your uncle a cop
Niggas is fans, but be on hots
I pay y'all no mind
You make faces when I walk in the room
I'll put hands and boots on all of you mooks
So tell me which mook gonna shoot
At who?
I seen you on 1st and you shook in your boots
Now say that again?
You ain't scared of who?
You got caught slipping in bottega's outside the bodega
Quit jacking you gangsta
They jumped you right there on Jamaica
You got it in paper
Stay in your mom's house
You know that it's safer
How you broke, burn marketing was your major?
I'm not the one to take out your anger
'Cause you'll be in danger

Yeah, I was 16 in the streets getting head for some bread
I been jumped, I been cut
Man I'm surprised I ain't dead
Nobody know what I've been though
Even I forget
My mama the xan-man
Stepfather provide percocet

Mama, please put down the dope
Seen you on your death bed
And to this day, I take xans
I cannot handle the stress
I pray to the lord that from now on my loved ones are blessed
Lord, please take my life before any of them

God fucked me way too many times I can't wait for the end
God fucked me way too many times I can't wait for the end
Yeah

Written by:
Aidan Mella

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