IDGAF

I don't give a fuck
Ridin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Ridin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up


I don't give a fuck
Rollin' down the street with
Middle fingers up
If you don't like my flow
I'm packing something you can
Fucking suck

A middle digit vertical up on my
Right hand
Wavin hard at all the suckas that I
Can't stand
Another represented high up on my
Left hand
The air comes out my lungs like
Fuck the police and the man

They keep me blinded and illiterate like
Thats the plan to keep me underneath the
Fucking rhetoric of uncle sam
It needs repackagin'
Most of you just can't handle them
They ridin round dismantlin grapplin
The powers that be just keep on gamblin scramblin
To keep the masses clammerin
Distractions got them stammerin
I'm dabbin them im

Hittin higher levels than a
Muthafuckin wook
See the 5-0 comin act cool cause there ain't no
Time to look
They're breachin
Teachin all the children how to
Whip and Cook
Keep a solid ground or else you'll be a fuckin
Open book

I been sold out so many damn times that
It bleeds through into all my poetry and
All my rhymes
And it's that anger that keeps me from
Mackin dimes
I always need a chicka drivin on that
Fire deep inside

So when i'm whippin and i'm vibin
In my ride
No need to try and calm me down or try and
Dim my fucking shine
Call it a sport the way I'm ridin and
Throwin shade from behind
To keep the party movin forward
Middle fingers to the sky like

I don't give a fuck
Ridin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Ridin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck


I don't give a fuck
Go and read a
Fucking book
Take some time to
Fucking look
Between the lines you
Fucking crook
Makin decisions on all
Theses wishes
These bitches keep
Diggin ditches
They tryin to fit missin the
Point is to make it
Glisten, listen

I don't give two shits if you've been
Fucking christened
Because God himself already sent me here on
A Mission
Told me "Boy, good luck"
Now I don't give a fuck
Ridin' down the street with middle fingers

I don't give a fuck
Ridin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Ridin' through with middle fingers up
I don't give a fuck
Slidin' through with middle fingers up