I Don't Give A Fuck About Bitches Or Your Philosophical Shit on Bitches (Too Raw For Radio)

[Verse 1] I've sipped some hate, got a snip from fate Gotta grip my weight, I think a clip could make me sate But never tripped on bait, or slipped before the plate Or scored on the pate, but Don't be a bitch about a bitch, because you're the one getting played Fretting whiled you prayed, and had your setting swayed But remain sane when your jetting is weighed Still sweating grades, but never regretting me ending frayed I don't give a fuck, or live for luck, now war is amuck Schmucks and young bucks remaining bung when struck Roo raw, jaws shrilled in awe, too ill for the law I've murdered beats, and killed makers Harder than concrete, I've skilled greater Damn, I gotta make my bucks Instagram, that shit is fake as fuck Nigga please, living with a vigor ease Appease death, and you'll make friends with life Sometimes is best to break amends when in strife Less stress than I had before, success open doors I spit grit wit, rapper chap, no dapper dap I all I need is one mic, even if source gives me a half, bitch [Verse 2] Common bitched, he said he was sick of the bitches I told him to quit bitching, now he's a bitch nigga Spitters making rich figures, faking itch triggers And ditch rigor, snitches sick of