I Don't Care

Everybody clap ya hands Everybody clap ya motherfuckin hands Everybody clap ya hands Clap ya motherfuckin hands Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care I promise I'm for the people Swearing with my pinkie winkie I be pissin off the status quo Wit my chocolate twinkie Fucking up shit Like Benito Mussolini Or a mild strain of STDs Did to lil Pinkie Or like Chowder Finna do to Panini Or like a brick wall After kids do graffiti Or like crack cocaine When it hit chocolate city Just know I'll leave my mark But here's da nitty gritty* Baby! You gon see me on your TV Easy! Groupies poppin out like its 3-D Excuse me! Why is everybody so gitty Titties! Niggas always caught up with boobies Excuse me! Bitch tried to give me Heebee Jeebees Scabies little bitch covered up in herpes Ima pass on it like my nigga Stephen Curry But her pussy magic Like Bitch is you a genie?! Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care Got hella adversaries And hella contemparies And hella heavy handed niggas Gunning to see my buried But that shit ain't eva scary The threats may fuckin vary The shit won't make me worry Yall can get it in a hurry My brova this is a cat and mouse game No Tom and Jerry Plan to be primary Not a subsidiary Dare to be legendary Matter fact luminary I'm a light to hopeless Ooo...Visionary Finna cop a Tesla So you can't gas me Put the 8 behind the GR Like u did for Gatsby You can drink my piss Cause u niggas soundin raspy Better duck when whip out my dick Sorry daffy Come into game wit sticky fingers Played wit taffy How you gon be mad When it's better to be happy I know the first verse You was probably laughing at me But u need to know U silly hoes won't stop me I'm sorry I don't fit ya mold Momma But I don't care I'm sorry Pops I don't fit ya mold But I jus don't care I'm sorry Fam I don't fit ya mold But I jus don't care I'm sorry Church I don't fit ya mold But I jus don't care Everybody clap ya hands Everybody clap ya motherfuckin hands Everybody clap ya hands Clap ya motherfuckin hands Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care Sorry if I don't fit ya mode but Bitch I don't care And if you don't believe me I'm flying like Tuskegee Finna make sure That I open every door I should thank you I should thank you for all the love And thank you for all the hate And I won't discriminate And I won't incriminate Anybody who had showed me hate as of late I should thank you I should thank you for all the love And thank you for all the hate You didn't anticipate That I was gon levitate I had hella weight on my plate But the Lord... But the blessins been on time They ain't ever come in late Everybody wanna talk The shorties gon wanna date There's a good chance More love gon precipitate The hate Gon dissipate They love me because I'm great They envying my estate They lovin what I create O you want Benji?! You gon have to wait You lovin the goofy lines, and catchy hooks That's great And you love the gritty stories I tell Cause you relate Tellin ya friends about me Do conversate I'm a hunter But I'm finna let the prey spread the bait And when I get the bag and Ima blow up Yes inflate Multiply the income Dabble in real estate Investin in kids and stocks I estimate We all gon celebrate Checkmate I should thank you