Control

[Chorus] I don't care too much about no shit I can't control I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes I'm runnin' out of time, shit, my mama gettin' old I don't care too much about no paper, my shit long Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown So I don't care too much about what other niggas own I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own [Verse 1] Wake up in the mornin', take a shit and grab my pistol Kiss that motherfucker on the lips like I miss you Hate fallin' asleep 'cause usually that's when niggas get you Think I work for NASA, I'm surrounded by these missiles I ain't been to Compton 'bout a week, I'm feelin' homesick But Compton almost killed me, so I'm out in Calabasas 'til the casket Mama proud her only son done got his own shit Any nigga violate the crib gon' get his dome split My kids sleep well knowin' they daddy gon' die for 'em We ain't got it and they want it, shit, I'm gon' try for 'em Pissed they mama off, she call me, I'm gon' lie for 'em No, we ain't together, but that condo in the sky for 'em Fucked up the family unit, chasin' after hoes I ain't really got no type, just come in here with pretty toes Think I stopped by Roscoe's and get a number four Sit where PnB Rock died, nigga God bless your soul [Chorus] I don't care too much about no shit I can't control I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes I'm runnin' out of time, shit, my mama gettin' old I don't care too much about no paper, my shit long Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown So I don't care too much about what other niggas own I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own [Verse 2] Cheatin' on my bitch and I can't lie, I feel like shit 'Cause I'd rather die than see her ride another dick Twenty missed calls, I gotta go, let's make it quick Told her I was in the studio with God's son and Hit Pussy was so fire, shit, I almost let it slip Wishin' I just came through the door, got some head and dipped Lot of shit be on my conscience like Jermaine Cole I feel like him and Kendrick Duckworth got the same soul, same goals Wish my life was more like them niggas, relaxed and cool And they still with the women that they dated back in school I can't be tied down, so I smash and move But every good pussy comes with a bag of shoes One day I'm gon' settle down and just pick the one But today, I fled the scene of a hit-and-run I could blame my daddy for my player way But he dead, so it's this until I fade away [Chorus] I don't care too much about no shit I can't control I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes I'm runnin' out of time, shit, my mama gettin' old I don't care too much about no paper, my shit long Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown So I don't care too much about what other niggas own I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own