GRIP and Wara - The F Word

Jumped off the porch and in a sense my innocence was murdered
The fuck I look like skimming, penny pinchin', flipping burgers?
Need limo tints and rims that sit up pretty on the Chevy
Extended clips for I'll intent you ready? I'm ready
Just me against the world and bitch I'm goin' out bussin'
It's free yam 'til they free my muthafuckin Cousin
System been corrupt, Jesus, if a pussy nigga try me I'ma send him up
Semi tucked, mama said, "Do you not give a fuck?"

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (will you give a fuck?)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (don't you give a fuck?)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (really, will you give a fuck?)

As the world turns, the hustlers gon' earn (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
The weak become prey, the weed is gon' burn (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
You cannot teach the things you don't learn (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
The preacher's gon' preach, you breach or stand firm (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

So now a nigga older and I'm hardly ever sober
A chip atop my shoulder, my heart kept getting colder
I paid my fuckin' dues and now I'm sittin' on the totem
Got bitches on my scrotum, can't nobody control him
I'm paranoid as (fuck), I think these niggas tryna end me
So fuck 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
Nigga, do you really think, I give a fuck?

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (will you give a fuck?)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (don't you give a fuck?)
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck (really, will you give a fuck?)

As the world turns, the hustlers gon' earn (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
The weak become prey, the weed is gon' burn (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
You cannot teach the things you don't learn (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)
The preacher's gon' preach, you breach or stand firm (fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck)

Bitches on my line, I ain't got the time (bitches on my line)
We getting money now, yeah, I'm doin' fine (yeah, I'm doin' fine)
It's a world tour, oh, we at your door (door)
Swear it's never enough, tell 'em gimme more, more (tell 'em gimme more)

Bitches on my line, I ain't got the time (bitches on my line)
We getting money now, yeah, I'm doin' fine (yeah, I'm doin' fine)
It's a world tour, oh, we at your door (door)
Swear it's never enough, tell 'em gimme more, more

Written by:
Jawara Barnett, Kyle Clow, Latrell James, Lilah Boyd

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