Kevin Gates - IDGAF | Текст песни

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As a wise man thAnnotateat thinking if I possess the game of my mind
The reason I wear shades you can't see the pain in my eyes
In the rain storm in the blizzard it's pressing all of my feelings
Pops never took me serious, mama never won't to listen all
Stomach hurting my pockets if how dare a nigga wonna temp me?
In the dark room I don't pray to all, I ain't never sat in no Bentley
Hustle hard in the alley way by miss cita house I'm getting
Wrecked my car Chris laughed at me, like I ain't supposed to remember
Wish Wig, was still living, wish Shrimp was still living
Wish Josh waz still living
Look at Chris how he's tripping.

Young troll just hit the phone,
But he don't keep it a thousand,
Ray Vic just jacked 'em, and he ain't even see bout that
Now he telling me 'bout that
Seem to me he ain't 'bout that, nigga let me get a thrill juice
You don't have it now, but you gone have it later
My face card worth a hundred benz,
Game recognize game baby, my lil brotha lil'Terrance Hines
I die for him an go to war behind him
Real niggas all around me, bitch niggas ain't round me
Talkin Massachusetts exclusive somebody bring it back,
Cocaine made me smile but I cried
Ain't think my team a rat,
Stroke you know I love em,
But nigga around could say fuck me
How that go when I fuck with nigga, ain't nobody fuck with em
In the neighborhood that I grew up in,
They call it the southside, everybody house over crowded
Forcing in them to hang outside, my lil cuzin Corey, hustle hard in fruits on
On the boulevard with the roof open like damn Sid what I do now,
Me and bees and Rodney, ice cup an it's muddy.

You don't like me then fuck you
Probably dap me off an say fuck me
God forgive me tha nigga play with me
I'll probably kill their mother,
Make the funeral you in trouble,
A lot of gun they bustin
Pussy rappers talking shit on Twitter
But out in public is nothing
Discussion i had I'm bumping
If looks could kill, I would've been dead
Bitch dat would give real head
But I don't trust her that much
Let me slip and go back to jail
Watch how many nigga she fuck
Let me slip and go back to jail
Watch how many niggas she fuck
Hang it up!

Nagga's all in my dick
Bitches all on my dick (zip)
Only God know my struggles
And it hard so I hustle
I don't fuck with none of you niggas.
Don't trust of you niggas.
Wanna pull me..

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