No Care

Here we go again
All these fake people trynna act like they my friend
You know you can't make it if you only riding trends
I made my own Almost Midnight I represent
Huh man I'm different with that crowd I don't blend
Well it depends, we talkin bout tens then I'm there
And yo bitch she has an attitude and doesn't have a care
I don't have a care any problems put my blicky in the air

Say it with yo chest when you talk
Have some fuckin pride when you walk
I wanna hear that shit that you be typing in yo mufuckin blogs
All that shit you sayin in yo songs
I can't believe I'm living this lifestyle, at what cost
Living this lifestyle with nobody to call
I'd rather go out like a G then a fraud
Growing up that's what I was taught

And I cannot be stupid I can never fuckin slack
Gotta watch who y'all hang with cause these people be some rats
And please never be cocky cause that karma is a fact
When you spit in the air that shit coming right back
And that's why I thank God everyday every time he wake me up
People take that shit for granted that's that different typa luck
I hope he forgives my sins cause I know I messed up
He knows when I messed up again when I go touch that blunt

Here we go again
All these fake people trynna act like they my friend
You know you can't make it if you only riding trends
I made my own Almost Midnight I represent
Huh man I'm different with that crowd I don't blend
Well it depends, we talkin bout tens then I'm there
And yo bitch she has an attitude and doesn't have a care
I don't have a care any problems put my blicky in the air

Talk to me with manners
I will drop you from my circle if I hear sum slander
And she want me back, but I won't do double standards
You talkin bout hoes I won't make time in my planner
You gotta pick a path wanna win wanna lose
I will never sell my soul to get some fuckin views
I would rather go and live my life with God by my side
Cause I know I'm gonna fall
I won't worry bout a bruise

Imma keep real wounds heal unless yo bones reveal
Unless you fucked around and caught a stray bullet from a ordeal
Man I hate it when fake mfs try to eat my meal
Bitch you think I'd give a fuck if you was ever in yo feels, nah
Man I got my own life to go worry about
If you not part of my family then take a different route
If you ever touch my family yo days you better count
And you better not go hiding cause I'll find your hideout yea

Here we go again
All these fake people trynna act like they my friend
You know you can't make it if you only riding trends
I made my own Almost Midnight I represent
Huh man I'm different with that crowd I don't blend
Well it depends, we talkin bout tens then I'm there
And yo bitch she has an attitude and doesn't have a care
I don't have a care any problems put my blicky in the air



Credits
Writer(s): Bryan Melendez
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