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The one independent rapper in the world!
N9ne!
I am what? out of fucks!

Fed up with everything I'm cynical I ever been
I'll make the Beretta ring if any up at a king
Alluding to a leader livin' a better dream
Kinda like the on the side of Coretta King!
But the people they made me a
I a getaway and may need some Kontra
Band in my hand I'm goin' and bonkers
Like I'm and my baby's Ivanka!
don't give a damn about a good nigga
They take what you giving
And put you out in the river a particular bout,
I you doubt if you is a fallacy giver
And but a salary digger!
I'ma relay the message gonna decay
If karma displays a deathbed you delay
The drama that Tech said he gonna repay
The one in the way I check it wit' a to spray!
I spit it, niggas, quit it
'Cause I wit' it, big digits
Got 'em livid, I quick flip it
They don't wanna dig it but the is not authentic
Not a party but I'm fed up with the hatred
And how wanna spit upon and hit the gentle faces
Not even knowing we and mental cases
I open up they wit' a fully and dental they shit!

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!

Is it that I'm having a panic
And I'm of fact that I'm starving like Marvin Hagler
of a battler veteran
Get you out of here
Hit you for standing there, man in here your manners
And your mannerisms
Your mouth of a minimal double
Stuffed up a got me jitterin'
Got me feeling the pit adrenaline
Sitting inside of a cape
Shank and bank targeting (get 'em!)
Is it that I'm having a panic
And I'm not gonna have it outta fucks
And I don't make it a
I don't know the truth and really the
you not giving a fuck I practice
I seeing on you wishing my tactics
Now the blood up on my body and I'm my cactus
I'll a pterodactyl and shackle 'em and ride on the back of 'em
Slapping them in the abdomen hurry the wings
We flyin' to Strangeland and demandin' a pretty
And poppin' on the collar I'm hiding the hinky
I am who the suckas to be
Get offended by me they depend on my
There's a nigga
Finna be remedied the of an enemy
In a minute we cut the noise and become a
a Windom
Family finna be behind a riddly dynasty
Tecca N9na and me signin' these
Time to be violently murdering my and become reblinded by me and igniting the dynamite and then me Swish!

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!

Bleed ya if you got the a milli fever
but a sucka billy diva
Buckin' really we had enough of the negras
Agreed get the bussin' up to really freeze ya
I'm an abomination when ya on ya
Kinda conversation I'ma bomb ya
With my congregation of
The Don's awakened the spawn of Satan

Who call my and I'm goin'
I'm kinda plain out of my
My combination norm
It's like I'm a eye socket
And breaking his mind
It's achin' the time clock is a pine box is awaitin'
I'm they callin' me the killa, killa
There's no it's sentimental a general
I'ma 'em, hit 'em all in the middle they feminine
All that bitching is non-missable
Get to it in the genitals
When I spit it critic
'Cause every I come with it
The victor definitive pen and pad pennin'
And it and the pyramid I'm making it permanent
Here to stay an
Tryna get it and fittin' in where the is
Put my life and my money freedom at risk for
Give me mine I don't give a fuck what is
Listen I'm a diamond amongst shit and I'm shit

I am (what!) out of fucks!
I am (what!) out of fucks!