Couldn't Care! (feat. DEViNE POET)

Trap boys ain't scared bout nothing
I don't even break bread bout nothing
When the shots start flying ain't running
I could never be scared of fussing
I just get enough bread to fund em
From the top of my head, to the bottom my feet
Guess we couldn't care bout something
Had to give em more care in the end
There was noone there but a friend
I been wanting a pair of Timbs, boot cut, frayed at the end
New runts spare me a lend, new lungs inhale what was then
This is now long hair in the wind
New crowd, can't jump form the mid
Yeah yeah, drown from within
Pass me the spliff, but a lil gas in the whip
Take em far to the outs to the win
That's enough change, in a brand new lane

Check 1
Check 2
Brad in the room
DEViNE POET too

Trap boys don't care bout nothing
I jus need some bread or something
I jus need to get down, I'm jumping
Yeah yeah, stop all the fussin
Stop all the cussin, been a lightyear but im still buzzin
Chilling with cousin, said he got problems, by the dozen
By the thousand, make another band, never throw the towels in
Sink the talons in, see the townsmen

I'm eating koobideh with a raw onion
Up early, and my night was longer than Paul bunyan

You ever seen someone cry and feel no remorse
How I felt with my life source
Mom hurt bad, I didn't turn out the worst
My kid gone see I didn't catch that torch
But imma catch that bag
Still tripping bout hoes that's sad
I'm missing my bros I'm mad
Still wearing the clothes I've had
That's a ProClub sleeve with some Dickies
And we're rolling loud like the 60s
I'm a square though so don't hit me
I don't bang bro like K Lust during 50
ACO move quickly
Born in chi town, moved swiftly
It's night now I soothe stiffly
And the shoes 250

Now I'm just tryna make my paps proud
Put that on AD, the brow