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