Situations

[Intro]

Yeah

Yeah

[Chorus]

Representer

Street niggas, I'm a representer

East Gary, I'm a representer

Rest in peace granny, I'ma represent her

Made it through the summer with no air conditioner

Catch us huddled 'round the kitchen in the winter

Just a youngin thuggin', tryna check a million

Youngin thuggin', tryna check a million

Windows tinted with the killer in my system

More than weed and liquor in my system

Got the brand-new whip, my ceiling solar system

All my seven-figure niggas know the feelin'

Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)

All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)

County lockup or the police station (Yeah)

We was in some shitty situations (Uh)

[Verse 1]

'Bout to smoke it up, pour it up

I'm a thug and smokin' lethal warrior

Copped a brick of yay West Side of Florida

Spent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truck

I had bitches when a nigga rode the bus

'Fore the money, bitches never noticed you

Way back when, they wouldn't do a show with us

Now they callin' me so they can open up

I put you niggas on game

Put some respect on my name

Freddie Kane a livin' legend

I hit a stain

Cousin took two to the brain

Bullets missed me, it's a blessing

I can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget it

So rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the system

I made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentage

So fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentage

I'm like

[Bridge]

Haha

Lambo, cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)

Yeah

[Chorus]

Representer

Insane, I'm a representer

VL, I'm a representer

I'm a 22-12 representer

What you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?

You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you

'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inning

Young and thuggin', tryna check a million

Windows tinted with the killer in my system

More than weed and liquor in my system

Got the brand-new whip, my ceiling solar system

All my seven-figure niggas know the feelin'

Necklace flooded, it's a situation

All my bitches got a situation

County lockup or the police station

We was in some shitty situations

[Verse 2]

1989, I seen a nigga bleed

Uncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his knees

Turned the arcade to a stampede

I was playin' Pac-Man, Centipede

Put me on some shit I never should've seen

Robbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genes

I was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' beans

Drea hit a nigga with the Billie Jean

Josh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'

Bought the plane ticket, first, I wasn't open

From that moment I was West Coastin'

Livin' out of Sid apartment, smokin' all the roaches

Straight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco

43rd and Main, I'm posted servin' smokers

Then Maria, la familia with my cholo (Yeah)

Twenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah)

Obama got elected that day and I got arrested

LA County literally strippin' a nigga naked

And I never tell on none of my enemies or connections

Motherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weapon

Only union some of me and my niggas got is the Western

I'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'

Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'em

Tell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeah

This how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shit

Not an explanation, not no compensation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dick

When my daddy ran over Eddie with the motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga since

Seen him transform to Crackhead Ed, "I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?"

Nigga, damn

[Outro]

Fuck You Friday was such a great holiday

That I thought I would extend the holiday season

And let's call it I Don't Give A Shit Saturday

I don't give a shit about what you think about me

I don't give a shit about who you think I ought to be

I don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?

I don't give a shit what you like

I'm doing what is best for me

I'm doing those things that makes me happy

Those things that I think are positive with me

And that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your life

Tryna bring negative shit into your life

Tell 'em, "I don't give a shit"

In fact, tell them, "If you not feedin' me, financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit"

In fact, go out on this holiday

Get you some ribs, put it the grill

And let's call it Fuck-A-Que

Let's have a Fuck-A-Que holiday

And not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your life

This is your morning message from the cussing pastor

Have a great day