Why Care? Lyrics

Motherfuckers be thinking

Their opinion matter and shit

Bitch

You ant goddam sucking my dick

You ant giving me no money

Even if you did its still fuck you

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They go say what they say about you

But you can't care

I'm go get some fucking money

And put some smoke in the air

Why care

Life ant fair

They go always compare

Mommy's said

Watch out for them demons

Yeah

Insecure bitches broke ass snitches

Hating on his brother

So hard he shot em

With his own stick

Shit

I been paranoid as fuck

Smoking to calm my senses

Dat bullshit you said just had me struck

Why are judging me bra

I thought you love me bra

I can not trust

I got the carbon tuck

He got the carbon tuck

I be the first one to buss

He tried to short me some money

He know I count paper

The way he was moving was sus

Don't be calling my phone

All y'all niggas some haters

It's nothing to fucking discuss

Fucking with us

Y'all niggas better off figuring out the bible

But why would I care

Why would I care yo name don't get mention

Why would I care and give you attention

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They go say what they say about you

But you can't care

I'm go get some fucking money

And put some smoke in the air

Why care

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I don't care

They go say what they say about you

But you can't care

I'm go get some fucking money

And put some smoke in the air

Why care

I got some white friends

That judge me off my lyrics

I got some black girls

They know I'm conscious

But still question my spirit

My grandma listen to me

She da fucking truth

She said she hear it

Niggas I grew up with

Don't like my shit

I think they fucking fear it

Why you say dat Roci

Why you say dat

You know Ima Christian

My moms said

She played you in da car

She ready listen

Ask me what's yo views on god

What's yo religion

Are Muslim are you Jewish

Whats yo position

In martial law

Why you have guns all in the kitchen

You shadow of death

You skeletons

You superstition

I don't know

I don know Roci

I can't listen

You on some political shit

But you ah musician

Bitch I'm more than dat

I'm something like a quarter back

Don't shit move till I touch the ball

More work just mean more racks

You complaining like spoil brat

They just words they just rap

These no lies its no cap

Oh wait your text in all caps

Bitch

I can't take you serious

I just expressing my experience

Yeah you in-tilted to your opinion

But mama and daddy was born in sin

They Worship people and follow trends

What algorithm recommend

The shit I spit it transcend

You'll get your answers

When your life end

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They go say what they say about you

But you can't care

I'm go get some fucking money

And put some smoke in the air

Why care