(Voicemails playing)
Man, f** all that
[Verse 1: Trxmp]
The ATM my bestfriend, ATM ain't mentioned
But soon they will accept him
No explanations, they creatin' they own theories
Only hate when they ain't near me
How he up? How he up?
How dat n***a up?
They pounce to luck, I'm bound to grind
Pounds to puff, fam down to ride
A thousand bags around my eyes
Clouds of loud surround my mind
Glad that I've survived through the f**ery
b**hes ask what's up with me, nosy n***as wondering
They f**in' fake
I'm busy stuffin' j's
They sittin', schemin', stuffed with hate
See me eatin', dozen plates
Seen tougher days, nothin's changed, wait
Funds in my bank, I'm lovin' the hate
Above what they say
From ones to franks
f** the fame
[Hook: Trxmp]
Cash rules, I been dreamin', thinkin' Cancun
Mad who? I been makin' mad moves
All these n***as, these b**hes they swear we coo' now
I'm still keepin' my distance, I tell em cool down
I ain't ever gave a f**, I can't make this up
Hate to put my faith in luck, pacin 'til the race is won
n***as talkin' nonsense simply cause they ain't on yet
They ain't on sh**, gotta knock my progress
[Verse 2: Trxmp]
The sky blue, the gra** green but who gives a f**?
I do choose to show a bit of love to the little stuff?
Through losin', too foolish to ever give it up
I'd rather listen to my gut, never wish for luck
Let 'em whisper, plenty chitter chat, they miss the facts
Forget to figure out exactly what they had in plan
Lurkin' like you stand a chance, I'm shootin like a Taliban cameraman (cut)
To hell with all the manners, and tell 'em we ain't playin now
I ain't gotta flex, feelin stressed, check my bank account
b**hes throwin names around
Thank God this dank is loud
Noises, voices fadin out
Amazed at how these changes take place and I still maintain my count
(Chorus)
I ain't ever gave a f**, I can't make this up (x2)
Hate to put my faith in luck, pacin 'til the race is won
I ain't ever gave a f**, can't make this up