Bali - I Don't Give a f** lyrics

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**)