Never Cared (Young God)

[Intro] (Southside on the track, yeah) Smoking cookie crisp, huh, stupid bitch Uh, uh Phew, uh [Verse 1] Let my girlfriend hold the strap, nigga, no dyke Doing drive-bys at night, nigga, no lights Hating on me? Fuck nigga got no life Grew up with niggas that's locked up for life Slow down on the Percs, something don't feel right Hi-Tech red, that shit slime real right I freestyle the shit they will write He on the corner, stop at the red light Talking drunk, nigga, no Bud Light He on the 'Gram, flexing with fake ice I'ma keep going, no time for a hook They stealing the drip, no time for a crook Yo' bitch get picked up, then I get licked up We in the Fisker, moving to Cali, L.A. or Vista She want a mister, I want her sister, shit real crazy Someone come roll Backwoods, I'll pay Someone talk down on my name, I'll slay I'ma test out my new gun like, yeah Spent two bands, gave my bitch red hair Pull up on a fuck nigga, he right there He location shared On the way with sticks right now, we ain't never cared Uh, huh [Chorus] Allah, Allah She look at me like I'm a young God Allah, thank God Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard We in yo' yard, you ain't here? Then we in your bro yard, make it clear Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere [Verse 2] Run up the money and run out of fears Codeine cups, we having cheers What's her name? All on my phone I haven't talked to this bitch in some years Yeah, they all run back, when the money coming in They want Givenchy the way that I got it Nigga, how much are you willing to spend? Yeah Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh Talk my shit and back it Rockstar from the trap Run from the cops in my Rafs, yeah Make 'em feel my wrath, yeah I pour one up in the Sprite or the Crush Maybe Hi-C, maybe a Faygo Call it ironic 'cause all of my demons be ready to give some of these fuck niggas halos [Bridge] Oh, oh, I'ma let it breathe, breathe let it die slow I'm your greatest enemy, Eazy-E, fuck the police They won't let none of my niggas home, home Oh, oh, I'ma let it breathe, breathe, let it die slow I'm your greatest enemy, Eazy-E, fuck the police [Chorus] Allah, Allah She look at me like I'm a young God Allah, thank God Gave me the talent now a nigga go hard We in yo' yard, you ain't here? Then we in your bro yard, make it clear Boolin' in the front lawn, we know you here, ayy, ayy, ayy Turn your coat red, uh, Paul Revere