IDGAF

I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

Uh, niggas be talkin', givin' opinions

I really don't need it, been showin' my vision

Been hopin' they listenin', but niggas don't see it

I really just tell them, it really don't matter

Cause watch how I do it, I was that nigga

That they overlooked, but now they influenced

This shit is amazing, I mean, I can't explain it

But I can't, I can accept it, but I ain't

Look at this picture that I paint

Bitch, I'm Basquiat, one day find another

Probably not, I'm the rose that grew up

From the concrete outside on the block

I'm the kid who stayed inside the gym

Just practicin' my shot, till we heard them guns go pop

Run home, hope I don't get stopped

Oh Lord, hope I don't get shot

Duckin' them laces, sendin' them dots

Can't be out here gettin' got, hit the hood, the block is hot

Yellow tape, the parking lot

Tell my story how I grew up, now it's ugly

How they view us and they label us a screw-up

Even though they never knew us

To the side, you know they threw us

Eastside babies, yeah, we blew up

Picked my family and my crew up, so

I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

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I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

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I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

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I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

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Uh, had a convo with this bitch

Can't remember how it started

But that's the moment that I knew, as a nigga, I was solid

We was talkin' about the metrics

Of success behind the artist

Shit got heated, started arguin

Words had left me broken-hearted, bitch

Start poppin' at the mouth about the shit I haven't done

How my songs ain't bein' sung

And awards I haven't won

Get a tour, you ain't get one

Get your fans up, you got none

You won't ever win a Grammy, get some money, you a bum

And I'm like, hold on, bitch, shut your dirty lips and suck a dick

Your perspective isn't valid

If you judgin' who is rich

I won't ever switch for the shit they do

To get they chips or they hits

I call quits before I ever fuckin' slip

Down that hole

Bitch, I'm in control, plus I got my soul

Eight years later, I got music bein' played around the globe

I made it out of poverty

Like straight up out the gutter

Made a label, signed my brother, helped my family and my mother

So

I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

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I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

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I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

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I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch

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I don't give a fuck what you think, bitch