Feelings - Chinx

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Who gives a fuck?

Who gives a fuck?

Who gives a fuck?

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Who gives a fuck?

All of them niggas complaining

Tell from the second I came in

I done been through mo' shit

Po shit to the top, now I’m faded

I don’t give a fuck where a nigga been, where a nigga going

Or what kind of shit he been through (yay)

Watch niggas ball, shit I couldn’t score

I done sat up on the bench too

Now a nigga fly by (by), fly jumping out the drive right (right)

Haters see me when I hop out (what?)

When a nigga did his state bid

Was the only time I copped out (copped out, yay)

(I'm askin' God questions, what we fighting for?)

(A nigga lost his name, what you crying for?)

Rock bottom, not going up

Fuck slowing up, I’m drinking (yay)

3 hoes, all 4 of us, I’m thinking (yay)

Know some niggas at the bottom and they still in it

Ask yourself, nigga really?

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Who gives a fuck?

Who gives a fuck?

Who gives a fuck?

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Who gives a fuck?

Armed and dangerous

Rolled up blazed with the angel dust

Murder one homicide when they came to us

We came with the bail when they came with cuffs

Fame and trust — it don’t mix, like oil in the water

Feds on my door while I’m boiling the water

Need those chips, Michael in the fourth quarter

When you getting money fast life’s getting shorter

Nigga hit yo' head then nigga go and mop 'em

Nigga play Batman then go robbin'

Looking at my rap sheet, nigga won’t argue

Niggas talk a rap beef, nigga no problem

Coming from my head, just my God on me

Pussy and the bread, keep 'em calling me

Money in the bag, nigga calling me

But you pussy ass crackas don’t follow me

Now I’m talkin bout 500 dirty on my day like

Them young niggas hit you on the daylight

Young nigga tote that nina

Niggas turn on you, they ain’t playin' right

Hundred thousand with a cross in the middle

Playing both sides with a cross in the middle

R.I.P. with a cross in the middle

HAAAH! (Ask yourself nigga, really)

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Who gives a fuck?

Who gives a fuck?

Who gives a fuck?

Give a fuck about yo feelings

Who gives a fuck?