Situations

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Yeah, yeah
 Representer
 Street niggas, I'm a representer
 East Gary, I'm a representer
 Rest in peace, granny, I'ma represent her
 Made it through the summer with no air conditioner
 Catch a shudder 'round the kitchen in the winter
 Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million
 Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million
 Windows tinted with the killer in my system
 More than weed and liquor in my system
 Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system
 On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'
 Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)
 All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)
 County lockup or the police station (Yeah)
 We was in some shitty situations (Uh)
 'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up
 I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior
 Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida
 Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck
 I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus
 'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you
 Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us
 Now they callin' me so they can open up
 I put you niggas on game
 Put some respect on my name
 Freddie Kane a livin' legend
 I hit a stain
 Cousin took two to the brain
 Bullets missed me, it's a blessing
 I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it
 So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system
 I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage
 So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage
 I'm like
 Haha
 Label cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)
 Yeah
 Representer
 Insane, I'm a representer
 VN, I'm a representer
 I'm a 20-2-12 representer
 What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?
 You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you
 'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning
 Young and thuggin', tryna check a million
 Windows tinted with the killer in my system
 More than weed and liquor in my system
 Got the brand new whip, might see the solar system
 On my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'
 Necklace flooded, it's a situation
 All my bitches got a situation
 County lockup or the police station
 We was in some shitty situations
 1989, I seen a nigga bleed
 Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees
 Turned the arcade to a stampede
 I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede
 Put me on some shit I never should've seen
 Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes
 I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' bean
 Dre'll hit a nigga with the Billie Jean
 Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'
 Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't open
 From that moment I was West Coastin'
 Livin' out of city apartments, smokin' all the roaches
 Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco
 Forty thirty, man, I'm 'posed to serve the smokers
 Did my re-up la famila with my cholo
 Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)
 Obama got elected today, and I got arrested
 LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked
 And I never tell on none of my enemies or connection
 Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon
 Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western
 I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'
 Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em
 Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah
 This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit
 Not an explanation, not no conversation, Drug
 Administration, suck a nigga dick
 When my daddy ran over Eddie with that
 motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since
 Seen him transform to crackhead,
 "If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?"
 Nigga, damn
 Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday
 That I thought I would extend the holiday season
 And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday
 I don't give a shit about what you think about me
 I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be
 I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?
 I don't give a shit what you like
 I'm doing what is best for me
 I'm doing those things that makes me happy
 Those things that I think are positive with me
 And that's what you need to say to
 anyone today who comes into your life
 Tryna bring negative shit into your life
 Tell 'em, "I don't give a shit"
 In fact, tell them, "If you not feedin' me,
 financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit"
 In fact, go out on this holiday
 Get you some ribs, put it the grill
 And let's call it Fuck-A-Que
 Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday
 And not give a shit about what
 people have to say about you and your life
 This is your morning message from the cussing pastor
 Have a great day
 

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03:48
Key
1
Tempo
122 BPM

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