[Intro: King Poetic] Shits crazy right now...yeah i'm fed up...tired of the bullshit Smoove Nation..King talk to them [Verse 1: King Poetic] April 2nd, 1987 I was born into a black hell White heaven Labeled as a crook before the age of 7 Predicted to be a felon at the age of 11 Must be the thug in me Proved me wrong and these white bitches still clutching purses Claim I'm a murderer but only thing I kill is verses So called lazy nigga cause I won't work for free Walk thru a store, u'd think I'm Pac wit all the Eyes on me Like wtf is he bout to steal now Like I don't get paid Bet they think it's drug money when I say keep the change I ain't never been a trap King Just King caught in a trap Wit bullseye all on my back Surrounded by the enemy That act like they from friend of me Behind back assassinate my character like Kennedy But I don't gotta look at their face Their energy screamin hate If they don't write checks here I say [Hook: King Poetic] I don't give no fucks U gotta pay for that shit Fuck boy that shit is expensive I don't give no fucks I know they hating on a brother I don't pay that shit no attention I don't give no Fucks I know u don't fuck wit me Fool this is what I gotta say to u I don't give no fucks Fool I don't give no fucks Bitch I don't give no fucks [Verse 2: King Poetic] I have lost more friends to cut offs Than deaths Guess I'm blessed Got no time to shovel bullshit Too busy chasin check They too busy chasin drama They can miss me wit that mess Think I care that they don't like me Treat them like we never met Like who r u I think u got me mistaken for someone else No I don't remember But u can kindly go fuck urself Only ones in my circle is Family and esle Fuck wit them I gotta key to send that ass straight to hell So racist cop need to watch out Make one wrong move and get crossed out Who don't approve U is bitch made When it come to family I don't play No, No, No I don't play, I don't kid, I'm grown If u wise leave my Fam alone Then u won't see me trip Otherwise that badge don't mean shit Bitch! I don't give no Fucks [Hook: King Poetic] I don't give no fucks U gotta pay for that shit Fuck boy that shit is expensive I don't give no fucks I know they hating on a brother I don't pay that shit no attention I don't give no Fucks I know u don't fuck wit me Fool this is what I gotta say to u I don't give no fucks Fool I don't give no fucks Bitch I don't give no fucks

[Intro: Young Mistah] Smoove God...Smoove God...Yeah [Verse 1: Young Mistah] Rolling wit my team, cause an upset, tell these bad bitches, Mistah had enough sex, ok I'm lying, cause ur crying and ur fine, to be honest I just hate to see ur pretty ass upset, hashtag no flex, end zone, I just touched down, can I get a field goal, get u and ur friends on roll, wit the row, in the city so cold, this life will rob u of ur soul, need to cope [Hook: Young Mistah] shout out my connect, shout out my connect, blessings to the plug, my nigga, may u always stay on deck, shout out my connect, shout out my connect, blessings to the plug, my nigga, may u always stay on deck [Verse 2: Young Mistah] Who need the loud, call this shit snoopy, man my connect came through, and put this last zip on the house, my niggas ain't in it for hoes and attention, we flipping them bricks for a house, see so much potential in all my haters, a shame you keep letting me down, funny how when u the man, their hand reach for ur hand, man I can't, so I'm turning em down, and that's bout the only thing, they wanna hold a thing, not just a piece, but the whole damn thing, hate conversations wit niggas whose only intentions to owe me things, i ain't even have a pot to piss in, when I started whipping, on a mission for the wrist watch, couple chains, cuz I slave, like Egyptians, bitch watch me do me, right before my end credits when they write my movie just