[Verse 1]
You might say I don't rhyme good, but I don't give a sh**
Cause my music got buzz on the internet
Sometimes I show people, and they feeling it
And when they bop, I know it's hot like Trinidad
You might say I'm a dick, but I don't give a sh**
But I don't care, cause I know that I'm k**ing it
We get the dough like [?]
And I'm all about the Benjamins
You might say I'm an a**hole, but I don't give a sh**
Cause the money I'm making is significant
I'm teaching n***as how to rhyme on some [?] sh**
And I can see in the future, on some Raven sh**
That's so Skizzy, I majored in
I'm getting money, getting paid
Mister shots to these clyrical lims
So stop hating
Cause I don't really care what these haters think about me
I know they just scared, I tell 'em beware
Skizzy Mars, earn this, make moves on the grind, Bob Burnquist
Learn sh**, my motive is to murk sh**
And making good music for the ma** is my Purpose
I see the sweat on your forehead, you nervous
But I don't give a sh**, homie quit chirping
Quit chirping, cause I don't give a sh**