E'Lii Kif - Really Care Pt. 3 lyrics

[Intro: Interpolation] Kif is a horrible person, his a pathetic excuse for a man. Whatever he is and whatever pride he may have… [Verse 1: E'Lii Kif] Nah I don't like em it's p**y over pennies to me Don't give a damn about your background just stay out Cause the futures in my hands it takes my god see it Bloem sec my home and yeah dude I don't plan to leave it Black on black, never been jack by a white man Black on black, only degraded by a black man Getting high, like I'm the price of petroleum Harold and Kumar, probably wana smoke with him Man I don't affiliate, no power circle, I'm the plug Too much bars spilling outta my damn brain, I'm the plug Think I'm scared of them, but when I conjure my sh** They tend to follow it, like we selling grams on Instagram f**! I'm not coming back to that congregation Knocking doors is not like its gon open the doors to heaven JW to CRC, those place don't wana worship me So if I were you, I'll probably… [Chorus] Usually tell sapiens to know there limits Now I just let stupid people, just be stupid Yelling ceasefire to my employer You a h*mo s**ual? Smoke on some… KIF! Nah I don't like, nah I don't like, uh, uh, uh I don't really care I don't like, nah I don't like, ah, uh, uh I don't really care [Verse 2: E'Lii Kif] Nah I don't like em it's p**y over pennies to me Don't give a damn about your background just stay out Cause the futures in my hands it takes my god see Bloem sec my home and yeah dude I don't plan to leave it I flipping hate karma, cause now I'm invited to a gay club My manage got me fired up, once thee attorney saw that That's how I got fired, take your damn cloths back Don't need that wage, I'm a dragon, man he spits fire Lived with a Zimbabwean man, who's always pondering On why South African man, hates on their pandering (I don't know) I don't know, you k**ing my confidence Now I half-baked our food that Chappelle wouldn't chew Sleeping with some church cloths, no more Clippa or Pinkies (Come On) Chilling with some drunk folks, no more rich man trina guide me I can have my pipe dream, I can rap how I feel Attend any gathering, I know I sound too gibberish [Chorus]