[Intro: Murs]
Ay
Ay, look
I'm in this motherfucker with a bottle
And I’m vegan and shit, but I'm vegan by marriage
But tonight we 'bout to drink some—
Chicken, er, some chicken and drink some liquor
And my wife period late
These are all good things, mayne, good things, right?
Hahaha
Hey

[Verse 1: Murs]
I look bummy, but I got a couple thousand on me
Buyin’ out BAPE in '08 when you was browsin', homie
Drop me in the dirt right now when I got hallows on me
If you think I'm wildin', wait 'til you see my violent homies
I move in silence, homie, I'm so under, bro
Just got a check for 50K about a month ago
Bought some diapers, put some wipers on the minivan
Hit the UK, all day slappin' Skinnyman
Hit the Palace store, drop a couple pounds on it
Bill fucked up, but I’m still watchin’ The Brown Hornet
What you expect? My childhood was fucked up
So if you ain't from my hood, then shut the fuck up
Ay (Ay), ay (Ay), ay (Ay), I’m with the mob, homie
Industry n***as be frontin' to keep they job, homie
I'll slap the shit out a rapper, that's on God, homie
Talk behind my back, but these n***as don’t wanna squab, homie
See a— like a— on— n***a
I'm so tired of you homophobic bitch n***as
If you legit and you really with the shits, n***a
I'll make the trip to Calabasas for a rich n***a
Dirty sweats and I ain't shaved in five years
Pull up in your gated community, watch you cry tears
Call the police and they try to give me five years
I'm from the streets, only real n***as survive here
[Chorus: Murs]
Ay (Ay), ay (Ay), ay (Ay), I never gave a fuck
I remember vividly, industry n***as hated us
Now I see my enemies energies, n***as changin' up
Now all these n***as and bitches, they wanna hang with us
Ay (Ay), ay (Ay), ay (Ay), I never gave a fuck
I remember vividly, industry n***as hated us
Now I see my enemies energies, n***as changin' up
Now all these n***as and bitches, they wanna hang with us

[Verse 2: GQ]
Oh, this is what we on, huh?
Oh, well let me go and make myself at home
Two things I don't condone, bitch n***as and what they on
See, I done noticed somethin', y'all won't give a fuck until I'm rich
It's funny, though, 'cause then I won't give a fuck if y'all exist
Give a fuck about your followers, yo' bitch here if that ho is fine
Fuck about your mediocre album and your clothin' line
Mosey on, I'm the one who really put his homies on
Doctors takin' blood and shit, they can't describe my chromosomes
N***as took flights when I was broke at home, it's good, though
Just for that, I'ma black like every corner coke is on
Sunbathe in excellence, I'm learnin' how to soak it in
I been killin' shit for years, I wonder where your focus been
Shackle broke, fresh up off the boat like I'm supposed to swim
Ever since a kid I think I showed the way you 'posed to win
Clown-ass, robbin' from the hood like you been Costner
You made a hit or two, they let you go like Reuben Foster
Lotta sauce, lotta sauce, I improve your pasta
I don't change, I'm the same like the new Mufasa
You a joke, poke in front of folk like voodoo doctors
Made my life a show and now you all just Hulu watchers
You ain't got no staff, how you part a sea?
N***as start trippin', now they think they king of R&B
Talk is cheap, fuck up out the way, this ain't no "Pardon me"
On my mama, Murs, I swear this rappin' shit ain't hard to me
Town shit
[Chorus: Murs]
Ay (Ay), ay (Ay), ay (Ay), I never gave a fuck
I remember vividly, industry n***as hated us
Now I see my enemies energies, n***as changin' up
Now all these n***as and bitches, they wanna hang with us
Ay (Ay), ay (Ay), ay (Ay), I never gave a fuck
I remember vividly, industry n***as hated us
Now I see my enemies energies, n***as changin' up
Now all these n***as and bitches, they wanna hang with us

[Verse 3: Cojo]
He that five-foot giant, FTP logo tatted on me
Sold a couple units just to keep a couple thousand on me
Want my bottoms baggy just to keep my burner stashed on me
And I'm ready to ride when it's time to make you casualties
'Cause casually I'm naturally respected
I'm manifested a legend, messiah brought from the heaven
I'm screamin' fuck all the reverends and the peasants
Hustlers and all the felons
Got me feelin' bold enough to say I'm 2Pac resurrected
Man, I'm off the drink, I'm feelin' hectic
Loose enough to fuck you up and make this feelin' epic
You couldn't measure up the distance that a n***a steppin'
I fit the system on these n***as like I'm made of metric
I'm David Beckham, I'm kickin' shit while all these n***as losin'
I'll press a n***a with the quickness, then it's back to cruisin'
Don't never try and test my gangsta, is you n***as foolin'?
They call me Bojo from The Wood, n***a
They movin' funny, he gon' end up losin'
[Chorus: Murs]
Ay (Ay), ay (Ay), ay (Ay), I never gave a fuck
I remember vividly, industry n***as hated us
Now I see my enemies energies, n***as changin' up
Now all these n***as and bitches, they wanna hang with us
Ay (Ay), ay (Ay), ay (Ay), I never gave a fuck
I remember vividly, industry n***as hated us
Now I see my enemies energies, n***as changin' up
Now all these n***as and bitches, they wanna hang with us