'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck
I dont even give a fuck
I mean what fuck? what the actual fuck?
Trying to get away, but i think im stuck
Fuck being counterfeit
Please get hip to that new d.c. shit
Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.
They bringing me fish and chips
I know you're mad, but so what
And, i don't call it fuck
Fuck the streets, fuck you, and fuck your ethnicity
Wish you was around now to see what i've become see
Fuck the haterz, fuck the doubters
Singing my life with his words
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