I got tears and they on my neck
I got Drop Dead and it's on my back
New studded belt hangin off my waist
Black high tops and they got the straps

I got three blades, I ain't got no straps
Almost two million plays, two hundred tracks
And If you want a feature that's at least a band
But I'm still broke, I ain't tryna flex

If you hit my line, you better have the check
I been sippin wine, I don't fuck with tek
You are at a nine, I've been at a ten
I don't even try, I don't even care

Care, care
I don't even care
Care, care, care
I don't even care
Care, care, care
I don't even care, I don't even care
Oh, I don't even care

I don't even, I don't even
I don't even, I don't even (care)
I don't even care
I don't even, I don't even
I don't even, I don't even (care)
I don't even (I don't even care)