Shit

LETRA

Shit

[Intro]
Yeah (Yeah)
(Oh my God, is that Avery?)
Out here
Yeah (Yeah)
Yeah

[Chorus]
I don't owe a ni*** shit
I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas
Family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em shit
I don't owe a ni*** shit
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a ni*** shit
Bitches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you bitches shit

[Verse 1]
Presidential Day-Date, 18K karats, plain jane
Rеminiscin' times the meals was missin', havin' hungеr pains
Remember when the bitch that you was feelin', played a bunch of games
Remember when them niggas lynched you [?] and tried to stain you name
Big body Benz say, "Dick, how you holdin' up?"
Pillow talkin' with them hoes that I don't wanna f***
Street ni***, shout out to my niggas out in Memphis
You sneak dissin' Brasi, pu*** ni*** you got titties
Posted in Atlanta, Fitness Center, in here workin'
Gossipin' like bitches, you lil' niggas went and got surgery
Remember that last time that you ain't wanna see no murder?
Remember MAC11 Kevin, dealio I'm servin'
Real ni***, what up?
Know I like to cut up
Non convicted felon ass, ni*** shut the f*** up
I sent that bitch from jail, paid his bill and got him bossed up
Villa by the water, barber givin' me a touch-up
With the hand I'ma stand, carbon drum up on a come up
Big bitch will your rip stomach, probably make you cough a lung up
Big bitch [?] a hunnid, better pray this bitch get hung up
Bricks from Colombia, delivered on the dock truck

[Chorus]
I don't owe a ni*** shit
I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas
Family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em shit
I don't owe a ni*** shit
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a ni*** shit
Bitches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you bitches shit

[Verse 2]
Thank God for uniforms, Lord knows I wasn't fresh
I used to wear my momma's bongo jeans or some dirt sweats
Dreaming 'bout that texture, swear to God, I want big rings
Cars with the big chains, cigars with a sick dame
Load of clothes in the washer, your lil' drawers still got shit stains
Nigga round the corner puttin' that dick all in your bitch brains
How is she to blame? She just addicted to the lifestyle
Pop out, drop the top, who not gon' let me lay that pipe down?
Pull her hair and hit her from the back, b-b-b-bayang
Gotta catch a play, I cannot stay, okay goodbye now
Remember when they passed by you and laughed while you was walkin'?
God blessed you with a swag, you got that bag, look who talkin'
Wham bam, thank you Ma'am, you could scrab, you a toadie
Know it's got a name for it, don't know what to call it
Lean by the litter but you not an alcoholic
Say you wanna grab a dub, why the f*** you stallin'?
Diamonds in my fuckin' teeth, I'm forever ballin'
Dior slides, Polo tees, on an island flossin'
Jim Carrey, you get outta line, I got a chokin'
My name Kevin and I'm home alone like Macaulay Culkin (Kevin)

[Chorus]
I don't owe a ni*** shit
I'm a grinder, I wasn't built to ride the bench
Forgot about my problems, I got rich
I got bitches, I got niggas
Family members on my dick
Who talk behind your back when you don't wanna give 'em shit
I don't owe a ni*** shit
Lose the chance if you don't take the risk
I don't need no one to tell me what I'm is
I don't owe a ni*** shit
Bitches gettin' pregnant, keep you from your kids
Then complain 'bout what you haven't did
I don't owe you bitches shit