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I don't care too much about no shit I can't control

I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes

I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes

I'm runnin' out of time, shit, my mama gettin' old

I don't care too much about no paper, my shit long

Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown

So I don't care too much about what other niggas own

I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own

Wake up in the mornin', take a shit and grab my pistol

Kiss that motherfucker on the lips like I miss you

Hate fallin' asleep 'cause usually that's when niggas get you

Think I work for NASA, I'm surrounded by these missiles

I ain't been to Compton 'bout a week, I'm feelin' homesick

But Compton almost killed me, so I'm out in Calabasas 'til the casket

Mama proud her only son done got his own shit

Any nigga violate the crib gon' get his dome split

My kids sleep well knowin' they daddy gon' die for 'em

We ain't got it and they want it, shit, I'm gon' try for 'em

Pissed they mama off, she call me, I'm gon' lie for 'em

No, we ain't together, but that condo in the sky for 'em

Fucked up the family unit, chasin' after hoes

I ain't really got no type, just come in here with pretty toes

Think I stopped by Roscoe's and get a number four

Sit where PnB Rock died, nigga God bless your soul