Coptic - All About Me lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah................... I give a f** what you say Extra, I give a f** what you say Young Guru, lets get these n***as I give a f** what you say You know how we do it man, it's 534 Yeah, I give a f** what you say I give a f** what you say You know I'm coming through the ville, gripping wheel, what the deal Soak the spot up the hill, bout to get myself a mill In my system this is still how I'm living, just as trill n***a It don't make a difference n***a feel how you feel Just another day on my way to getting paid n***as spraying haterade I'm trying to stay out they way Waiving at the babes on the corner like hey Stunting like it's nothing, the performer in me Grab myself a grub, get a hug, give a pound, give a peace, get low I ain't trying to stick around, get a beat, get a girl,get my gamble on Get 'em girls, give 'em hell, keep it moving on out Back at the house, satellite BET, PS2, HD-TV Fight Night night, night Knock the homey out Got the shorty getting aggie looking lonely on the couch [Hook] And I'm a still hug blocks, Give a f** what you say Pants sagging, do-ragging, Give a f** what you say Big chain, Getting change, Give a f** what you say Cause at the end of the day, yeah it's all about me Big trucks with them rims, Give a f** what you say Leave at the club with like 10, I Give a f** what you say Hundred Grand on the pigs, Give a f** what you say Cause at the end of the day, yeah it's all about me Ain't nothing change but the change, not a lame never been You say f** me, its f** you, been the same ever since If you love me, I love you the game I was lent From the OG, H-O he ain't never been A liar, I concur with every word that was sent For the family I give 'em 110 percent For the phony I give 'em 110 of them n***a 9 M&M I can send it through the wind Back to the grind, pay the hatas never mind Being broke is in the past I pray to never rewind Fine wine dreams, rocking gators lime green Out in Vegas wit my team breaking tables, Yao Ming? Money on the wood make the game go good Have money on the Ave, but the sh** never last Puff puff pa** n***a that's how we live Everyday, so keep the misery where you is n***a [Hook] 534, n***a 4-3-2-1 blast off NASA we got a problem This represents the struggle, the hustle, the bums The rats, the roaches, n***a that's where we from Summer time cookout, open up the Johnny pumps Baby I don't care if you just got your hair done You still getting wet, young hustlers on the steps Trying to follow in the steps, of a vet from the jets Young n***as act hard, ballers in the back park Me I play the monkey bars, when girls tried to mack hard Back when Kane was blasting from the car I got a, package of Cane brought action to the yard n***a [Hook]