LEARNING TO NOT GIVE A f*ck lyrics

[Part I]

[Intro]
Oh, what's that? Another no melody beat?
You better put a melody on this later

[Verse]
I limp like a pimp and I spit like a llama
Chimp with a tool in his hand, Talking Tom-a
Hawk in the sky flying at Osama
No killing innocents I’m not Obama
Spilling a little bit out of my bomber
Courtesy USA and our commas
Dirty a synonym for your mama
I'm Lil Darkie, n*gga, I'm Brahma
Rama, run up on you with the knowledge
Run up my mo-f*cking mileage
n*ggas was telling me I couldn’t do it, you blew it
Now you acting childish
I'm on my wild sh*t
Why is he saying the N-word?
n*gga, 'cause I don't pretend where I'm from
n*gga, 'cause all of my friends aren't bums
Who believe you can own a word, own a tongue, dumb
Own a person, own none
Culture wars ain't no fun
Ultra-liberal sc*m, Nazi n*ggas go run
Vultures circle the sun
Learn to not to give a f*ck
Learn to not to give hate back
Earn a lot with no luck
Burn the herb and fade
Turn the world and pray that yo’ cake become fat
[Outro]
But who really cares?
Nobody aware, in love with they hair, in love with the self
Wealth growing, stealth blowing
I cannot have any privacy
Even my closest of homies could lie to me
They could decide to be slithering snakes
Where the withering wraiths
Keep a blistering pace, see a fist in your face

[Part II]

[Bridge]
Hey, CUBENSiS, do it to ’em

[Verse 1]
When n*ggas first called me a Darkie, I didn't like it
When my bully called me a sand n*gga, I’d bite it
And I can say whatever as long as that sh*t is my story
I can read the book to you, do not try to deny for me
Oh-oh-oh you're so offended
I meant to tell you I'm uncaring
That kid didn't care about me
When he said dad and mom’s pairing
Was an unholy one because mama was a species
That my father created from laying feces
f*ck the hate
And f*ck all of yo' race, what?
Race is fake and a n*gga really ought to sit and wake up
Wake up
Wake up from your slumber the words they made are worthless
Walk among the lumber with birds, and we're shirtless
[Bridge]
Adam and Eve
We better leave, eating the apple
Ignoring the trees
Please take shrooms and make the music
Or my goons will f*cking lose it

[Verse 2]
On that medicine, it setting in
I see the end approaching
It encroaching with a motion
Wavy like I slurp a potion
I'm an addict, bad kid
He listening to Madlib
Lab grade bud mixed with OP inside in my grinder, uh
Mad hate bubble in me 'til I nut inside her, uh
I should take my hate and cage it up with a divider
I can starve the n*gga
I can learn to not bother
I can learn to take after my father, wallow in your stress
I wanna be better than the rest
Tired of blaming genetics inability to just learn
Learn not to give a f*ck, yuh (Yuh)
Learn to not give a f*ck about anything
Learn not to give a f*ck (Please)
Learn not to give a f*ck about anything (Uh)
[Part III]

[Intro]
Frankly, I couldn't give a sh*t what I rap about on this beat
So make sure it's retarded

[Verse]
Chapo cop a choco taco
Stop yo' b*tching switching up and scratching at yo lotto
Ticket choppa pop staccato, motto
It's quit yo' yapping
Say you scheming, but you capping
Talking sh*t that you ain't backing
You look goofy on the back-end
I like my fries to look like nachos, macho
Jeweler selling fruits like he Gazpacho
I see you tweet a lot fiending for clout n*gga
What you about? Better spit that sh*t out quicker
Homina, yo' b*tch is Lucifer, summon her
I keep a crucible front of my drum
When I'm shooting, I loosen her some
Shooting my load on her back and her bum (Deal with it, deal with it)
Yeah, I feel my skin peel
It ain't no big deal as
Long as I don't kneel to my animal instinct
Let's invent the wheel
Imagine these mud huts, tall and made of steel
I'm uncomfortable, I need a shoe for my feet
I eat some food for my meat body
Tired of sh*tting in woods, I need some good for my seat potty
I need a whip 'cause I don't wanna walk no more
f*ck a musket n*gga I need a Glock to tow
Make it reliable, bang the top back
f*ck a n*gga, bringing ankle socks back
Paint a picture, I'm in Rancho Cucamonga
Smoking on lumber, go dumber than hummers
That yellow, that bee, why they bumble and rumble?
Yo, whip it stumble, so, it might cause a fumble

[Outro]
Ah f*ck, I dropped the mic on the ground (Oh no)
It's almost like that was related to the last bar
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)