I don't give a f*ck

Who's first and who's last

To deep seal is gonna rock this sh*t

Out of the drop of a brick nigg*

I don't care what y'all say

I don't care what y'all do

But y'all better rep harlem

Until the god d*mned music is through

Mister C let's go

All eyes on the honorable

Who

Dipset back to the grill again

Live at the barbecue

Beefs on all my kids

Ride like a carnival

Heats drawn all you kids

Lie like carpet do

Get up and get ready

What up the kids ready

Now that I'm back the game

Is f**ked the b*tch let me

You front you stunt you get heat clown

Yeah punks jump up to get beat down

Now eight years ago

I played the bench with dimes

Everybody in my park

Was getting bent off dimes

Pitchin' packs on the block

Tryin' to get us some sneakers snope

Sippin' yak henney rock

Puffin' nickels of reefer micus

I'm pumpin' on the strip

In the midst of the drug trade

I'm watching for the blitz

In the midst of the drug raid

For nigg*s gotta eat it's like

My stomach is touching back

New york's ryder man for you

Suck*rs I'm f**kin' back

Can I kick it

Yes I can

They wanna know if I'm G'd up

Yes I am

Look I over paid my due

I almost made the news

The block kinda hot

But the coke came on move yeah

If I was a brick you wouldn't know

What to do with me

You'd probably cook me up

Get a stem and start using me

Nobody built me I made myself oh

And you don't know how to shoot guns

You'd graces

I was a fiend fiend

Before I became a teen teen

It was dreams toss for the latest beams

Made in cream 'cuz hey

They kept the powder in the tray

Way before it was maybelene

I'm into major stacks

Major stats hate on that

Cam holla 'cuz I'm gonna bring

His label plaques

That ain't made of plat

Whoa your jewelery ain't gold

You copy jewelery from hov

They all fade to black

Nine years old I realized

Who was a roll

At the end I cop a benz

When I chop some o's forty

Smokin' lye optimoz poppin' mo's

We both shoppin'

Difference is you coppin' clothes

I'll show you how to drop a rolls

Whether a phantom or a flower

I'm a killa like Jaffi Joe

I'm from where they made the cocky flow

While hoes puck up on my stick

Like you trying to hit

I keep a nine in my dresser dresser

Lyrical professor professor

Keep you under pressure pressure

Ain't a ni**a better better

Mind like a computer

Sick shooters

You'll get finned go to war with six shooters

I bone b*tches with coupes and big hooters

Give head and piff buddha

Pump bricks and sip luha

How you hard you runnin'

With state troopers

My niggas is straight shooters

Cock back and straight shoot ya

Not in my book

Never that ni**a

I'll ask y'all niggas to go

'Till the motherf**kin' beat stops

When I had the dipset right

I had Juelz santana

Jim Jones

Hell Rell

JR writer 40 cal

Un kasa

Dipset forever niggas

Mister C signin' off

Duke the god