Intro: (Bali)
Hey man it's your boy Bali
Ay I'm feelin my motherf**in self n***a
Words can't break me n***a
The hate don't make me n***a
(I don't give a f**)
Yeah
(I don't give a f**)
Hey Duck, hey Ace let's put it on they a** my n***a
(n***a I don't give a f**)
(b**h I don't give a f**)
Betta recognize a real n***a when you see one
Look at my clique four n***as you don't see none
Had a job, f** a job, n***a can't keep one
Headed back to the streets where a n***a is from
Pockets bulging, pistol totin, co*ked and loaded
But you won't notice, cuz I'm a low key n***a
So I walk lightly, getting bucks so f** any n***a who don't like me
No trust for a b**h, yeah they so trifling
I'm hardcore for dem hoes, yeah I'm so Icy
Bali Boy and Papa Duck, four pills to the mug
Me and Ace getting cake think I give a mother f** about
Chorus:
All that hate, and all that envy
Don't make or break me
Yeah it really don't offend me
Them young n***as silent
Words can't bend me
f** what ya heard these words for the enemy
The enemy: (I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(n***a I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(b**h I don't give a f**)
Papa Duck:
(You a rude a** n***a)
My n***a you blind
I ain't with ya n***a not I
You a real n***a, sh** I don't see how
You gon' make a n***a ban your a**
You don't see all these Haitian flags?
Hey Bali, slap that n***a in the mouth
With that fire so his a** can stop hollerin
From Belle Glade all the way up Fort Pierce
Head first in the streets is how a n***a live
Papa Duck on the block getting hunduns
(who taught ya how to get money?) n***a Jon Jon
Ay Bali they mad cuz we got funds
At least we know that it's comin from
Chorus (with Ace Hood in background):
All that hate, and all that envy
Don't make or break me
Yeah it really don't offend me
Them young n***as silent
Words can't bend me
(Bali I got ya homie)
f** what ya heard these words for the enemy
(Straight up n***a)
The enemy: (I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(We don't give a f** about these n***as out here homie)
(I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(Too much money I can't see y'all n***as homie)
(n***a I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(b**h I don't give a f**)
Ace Hood:
(I don't give a f**)
Ace Hood
Ay I don't give a f**
I never gave a damn
If money ain't involved I ain't tryin to understand
Understand hundred grand in my pants I swag
When I pull up in that jag, peanut bu*ter soft rag
Tell them n***as I'm back
With that duffle on the dash and that pistol in the stash
Make a n***a bite, down, AK-47, rounds
Make a n***a lay, down, tell that fool what, now
Yeah it's bout to go, down
Young gutta motherf**er tell them others bout me
When you see me in the streets fake n***as don't speak
Imma treat ya like T.I.P. homie you don't know me
Me and Bali blowin green and we stuck to the cream so quit
Chorus:
All that hate, and all that envy
Don't make or break me
Yeah it really don't offend me
Them young n***as silent
Words can't bend me
f** what ya heard these words for the enemy
The enemy: (I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(n***a I don't give a f**) bout none of y'all
(b**h I don't give a f**)