You might say I don't rhyme good, but I don't give a shit
Cause my music got buzz on the internet
Sometimes I show people, and they feeling it
And when they bop, I know it's hot like trinidad
You might say I'm a dick, but I don't give a shit
But I don't care, cause I know that I'm killing it
We get the dough like [?]
And I'm all about the benjamins
You might say I'm an asshole, but I don't give a shit
Cause the money I'm making is significant
I'm teaching niggas how to rhyme on some [?] shit
And I can see in the future, on some raven shit
That's so skizzy, I majored in
I'm getting money, getting paid
Mister shots to these clyrical lims
So stop hating
Cause I don't really care what these haters think about me
I know they just scared, I tell 'em beware
Skizzy mars, earn this, make
Moves on the grind, Bob Burnquist
Learn shit, my motive is to murk shit
And making good music for the mass is my purpose
I see the sweat on your forehead, you nervous
But I don't give a shit, homie quit chirping
Quit chirping, cause I don't give a shit
