You Wouldn't Understand

Oh, oh, oh

9, oh, 9 this time (I'ma say this one time, one time only)

Water (What you don't understand)

Got Ski with me in this *****, you know? Gang shit

What you don't understand 'bout me is (Yeah)

I never gave a **** about a goddamn thing (What? What? Yeah)

I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing, I— (Woah)

Huh (Uh)

What you don't understand 'bout me is (Uh-huh)

I never gave a **** about a goddamn thing (Uh-huh)

I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing (Woah)

I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I—

I'm lost in my abyss (Uh-huh)

Wake up, all I see is black, a solar eclipse (Uh-huh)

All I know is guns and sex, load up the clip (Uh-huh)

Told your ***** to get on her knees and suck the **** right (Freak ho, yeah, yeah)

I'ma live my life like it's my last days

Don't believe in slow, I'm movin' fast paced

Ain't no Tom and Jerry 'round here, ain't no rat race

This is an outrage (This is an outrage)

I ain't sleep in like six days (I ain't sleep in like six days)

Poppin' Percs, I can't think straight (I can't think straight)

I still run it like a relay, relay (Run it, run it)

What you don't understand 'bout me is

I never gave a **** about a goddamn thing

I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing

I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I—

I break the pill into minerals (What else?)

Then I put it in my cereal, uh (What else?)

They look at me as a criminal (What else?)

Hate on the kid 'cause this shit getting critical (Ya dig?)

You got a Lambo' truck, it's rented though (Ya dig?)

Look at my car, you can't, it's tinted, ho (Ya dig?)

Bad ***** in the back seat, got ten of those (Ya dig?)

Hit her like a dance, gigolo-gigolo (Ya dig?)

I got 'em puzzled just like a riddle (Uh)

Freestyle shit, I don't ever spit writtens (Uh)

Beat up the *****, I don't **** with the kitten (Shh)

Thirty clip hangin' out the black-ass Smith & (Shh)

Catch me listenin' to John Lennon (Ayy)

With your ***** in Versace linens (Ayy, *****)

Or maybe Ozzy, or maybe Billy Idol, that's one of my idols livin' (On God)

I'm in the party, I don't really need no posse, I'm boolin' with 150 (On God)

That's my shawty, finna get the boy name tatted all over her ******* (On God)

Remember Huaraches and stealin' food out of Hibachi, wouldn't catch me tippin' (On God)

Brand new shotty, twelve-gauge on that body, don't let me catch you slippin', yeah, yeah (Grrah)

What you don't understand 'bout me is

I never gave a **** about a goddamn thing

I wake up in the morning, do my goddamn thing

I pop, I sip, I pour up lean, I—

I pour my lean, oh

Yeah, maybe I should try water, huh

Water