F**k the Radio

Growing up in the streets, nobody gives a fuck
Niggas dying every day, man that shit really sucks
I wonder why the world is so focused on name brands not realizing that the remote is in their kids hands
Cops killin' blacks, they don't give a fuck if they die
Say their condolences, a peace-out and let the time fly
Only parents got questions, tryna figure out why, "Who the fuck shot at my baby, why my kid(s) has to die"
Nobody wants to spill the beans, fuck this world is so cruel,
Kids would rather sell drugs instead of goin' to school
Once they seen their friend die, now they don't wanna go
My question is who gives a fuck, they answer, "Nobody Knows" (Nobody Knows)

All I seen on the TV is reality shows
Niggas dancing, rappin' bout gettin' money and hoes
Teens popping xans until their out of their mind
Oh, their parents must be deaf, dead or probably blind
Looks like they should have took a class to teach their kids the right way
And you wonder why their gone at the crack of the day
Don't know everything, except for what's right and what's wrong
Fuck the radio cuz all they play is mumble rap songs
Won't call this shit a freestyle, call it speaking my mind
Treat your bitches like the past, fuck then leave em' behind
Had an orgy with your bitch, you will not see the tape
The world is like a human head, ain't no way to escape
I will never sell my soul, fuck the devil, he fake
Put my trust inside nobody cuz theirs too many snakes
Just remember when i tell you anybody could switch
Won't put my hands on a woman, but I'll fuck up a bitch

I had my head on straight for years, niggas looked so confused
In this life it's like a game, you either win or you lose
If you wanna play pussy, best believe you'll get fucked
Not gone fuck the prostitute, I just want my dick sucked
Pay for sloppy with the toppy, tell my haters back up off me
And I'm always up like an grown man sipping coffee
I must be a vegan cuz im smoking hella broccoli
And if you on that laggin' shit, don't talk to me
Niggas love to talk shit behind screens
But when you in they face, they ain't bout when they mean
Niggas love to smoke, but they don't wanna put in
If you can't put in they don't wanna be your friend
And end up by yourself with ya left and right hand
He say he got bands you must mean rubber bands
The inner voice told me don't make friends, gotta make bands
Before you buy a crib, buy land