Go Hard or Go Homogenous

[Verse 1: Busdriver] I don't really give a single solitary fuck Where you niggas go, where you niggas go I don't really give a single solitary fuck Where you niggas go, where you niggas go You motherfuckers got to pay a lot more Than the bare minimum, bare minimum You motherfuckers got to pay a lot more Than the bare minimum, bare minimum I don't really give a single solitary fuck Where you niggas go, where you niggas go To London, Los Angeles Or Ontario, Ontario I don't really give a single solitary fuck We go hard cause you blow hard [?] I don't really give a single solitary fuck What you niggas did, what you niggas did I don't really give a single solitary fuck Where you niggas live, where you niggas live And to the bitches from the top up to the bottom Got the whole business rigged, whole business rigged I'd like to take this opportunity to say What's up to my nigga Ridd, to my nigga Ridd I don't really give a single solitary fuck Who got more appeal, got more appeal I'm reenacting all the errands On the Hellfyre Club chore wheel, chore wheel I never understood why it always had to be Such an ordeal to get a warm meal I can't, I, I can't, I I can't, I, I can't go hard enough [Hook] (Go hard or go home, bitch) That's what I told myself (Go hard or go home, bitch) Beyond the goals of some underground (Go hard or go home, bitch) It's a dynastic double down (Go hard or go home, bitch) Tell me [Verse 2: P.O.S] We'll get it right, perfectly, this time All caps, don't be fucking with my lowercase What, you all that? Don't let me catch you slipping I'll meet you at your mom's place waiting for the hit back I'm sure the homies got your number and a sidekick too I guess I'll find him and find that and find you, right? Wait, did you mean swag or schwag? Wait, did you say kush or Koosh ball? Nevermind, now all y'all need to step like ten paces back I'ma find a place to purchase and register a strap Like, a hundred percent legally Street's beast, looking for beats and tomfoolery Old man Kimball deceased the freaks, usually Discrete with creeps and skip scenes with jewelry To sell on black Twitter, tryna get a little guap in the pocket Rig it up proper, yeah, stick them up, never been an option So often I've been tossed in with the lost and softer, hey Occam's razor, awkward on them Knock-knocking on Arkham's gate Not knocking what's on your plate Not stopping you, stuff your face I just won't eat shit no more, gone, off with you, run, go play Been a friend of some fucking meanies I suppose I've been a meanie myself And I'm predisposed to ignore whatever scenery Twist these fucking chumps on my fork like tetrazzini [Hook]