Control lyrics

[Chorus]
I don't care too much about no sh*t I can't control
I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes
I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes
I'm runnin' out of time, sh*t, my mama gettin' old
I don't care too much about no paper, my sh*t long
Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown
So I don't care too much about what other n*ggas own
I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own

[Verse 1]
Wake up in the mornin', take a sh*t and grab my pistol
Kiss that motherf*cker on the lips like I miss you
Hate fallin' asleep 'cause usually that's when n*ggas get you
Think I work for NASA, I'm surrounded by these missiles
I ain't been to Compton 'bout a week, I'm feelin' homesick
But Compton almost killed me, so I'm out in Calabasas 'til the casket
Mama proud her only son done got his own sh*t
Any n*gga violate the crib gon' get his dome split
My kids sleep well knowin' they daddy gon' die for 'em
We ain't got it and they want it, sh*t, I'm gon' try for 'em
p*ssed they mama off, she call me, I'm gon' lie for 'em
No, we ain't together, but that condo in the sky for 'em
f*cked up the family unit, chasin' after hoes
I ain't really got no type, just come in here with pretty toes
Think I stopped by Roscoe's and get a number four
Sit where PnB Rock died, n*gga God bless your soul
[Chorus]
I don't care too much about no sh*t I can't control
I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes
I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes
I'm runnin' out of time, sh*t, my mama gettin' old
I don't care too much about no paper, my sh*t long
Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown
So I don't care too much about what other n*ggas own
I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own

[Verse 2]
Cheatin' on my b*tch and I can't lie, I feel like sh*t
'Cause I'd rather die than see her ride another di*k
Twenty missed calls, I gotta go, let's make it quick
Told her I was in the studio with God's son and Hit
pus*y was so fire, sh*t, I almost let it slip
Wishin' I just came through the door, got some head and dipped
Lot of sh*t be on my conscience like Jermaine Cole
I feel like him and Kendrick Duckworth got the same soul, same goals
Wish my life was more like them n*ggas, relaxed and cool
And they still with the women that they dated back in school
I can't be tied down, so I smash and move
But every good pus*y comes with a bag of shoes
One day I'm gon' settle down and just pick the one
But today, I fled the scene of a hit-and-run
I could blame my daddy for my player way
But he dead, so it's this until I fade away
[Chorus]
I don't care too much about no sh*t I can't control
I don't care too much about no jewelry and no clothes
I don't care too much about no cars or these hoes
I'm runnin' out of time, sh*t, my mama gettin' old
I don't care too much about no paper, my sh*t long
Money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin' blown
So I don't care too much about what other n*ggas own
I done lost so many friends, feel like I'm out'chea on my own