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Idgaf

Album cover art for "Idgaf" by Quadeca

Quadeca - Rap, Politics

Idgaf

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November 10, 2017.

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[Part 1] [Intro] When you said that last time, I was kinda trippin', right? But now... you right I am crazy But you know what else? I don't give a fuck [Verse] Fuck about anythin' Skinny white child on the track, but I'm threatenin' They don't wanna let 'em in They told me if I take it, I'll feel better like it's medicine But I ain't settlin', they tryna rush me like adrenaline And labels don't reply so I can get a deal I've been itchin' for this shit, someone give me a Benadryl I get hella skill, man, they worried that I never will Have success in bills, golden grills, makin' money like it's seven mill' Sorry, I don't give a fuck about this shit Man, I've been going overboard and now they jumpin' on the ship Man, they some hypocrites, pimpin' butterflies while in a chrysalis Ridiculous, your kids want my mixtape as a Christmas gift Middle child, know I'm anythin' but in the middle, bitch Man, I don't give a shit, I'm well behaved, and so articulate I'm the type to ask my fucking teacher for a syllabus Existential crisis, every day I think I don't exist Chicken little, I'm a fryin' pan, I'm a dyin' man Wake up every mornin', I'ma make a fuckin' diagram And find a plan to be the highest man in this giant land Rap so fuckin' hard, I think I'm injurin' my diaphragm Iron Man, think I'm Iron Man Kids be puttin' fire emojis on my entire 'Gram, I'm a fireman Second grade teacher got me singin' in the choir, man And look at where I am, I never thought I would acquire fans Acquire bands, say a bunch of random shit and rhyme it, man That's how much I do not give a fuck, let's go to Ireland Hundred grand on the rubber bands to hold your fuckin' bands Listening to the cash register like your fuckin' jam You don't understand, like a Republican with a gun in his hand Sayin' that "Trump is the man to come with the plan" Livin' in wonderland, that shit is a fucking scam Making America show that it's dumb again Damn [Interlude] I mean, I had to hop on some political shit You know what I'm sayin'? I mean- I mean, why not? I thought it was kinda good Heh, whatever, hehe... [Part 2] [Intro] King Mezzy on the beat [Verse] Fuck a lawsuit, fuck a lawsuit, yeah (Ayy, ayy) What it cost me, what it cost you (Cost you) G-Gotta stop you, y'all are not cute (Bitch) No need to argue, 'cause I do not lose, ayy (Bitch, ayy, ayy) Who's your momma? I need to know who taught you, I need to 'Call you believe, but I'm sure that nobody believes you (Hahaha) I'm makin'-I'm makin' music, as soon as I start makin' money, you tryin' to review (Uh, uh...) You had to claim every verse on my album, are you gonna claim these too? (Ooh, ayy) 'Cause I am independent, you a little jealous, and you skeptical of how I'm really sellin' (Haha) You assumin' that I can't legit defend it, I'ma send you out here with a prison sentence Copyright-abusin' pricks, tryin' to profit off my music shit (Ayy) Little do you know that I am not afraid of you, and so I will refuse to quit, you stupid bitch (Ayy) Y'all are bad for real, my shit got mass appeal (Mass appeal) Every song that I drop is an anthem, you don't really have to kneel, snap (Stand up) Freestyle, you don't have to steal, don't like it? Well, you have to deal (Yeah, have to deal) If I say it that it's how I feel, it's real, I don't pass no drill, yeah (Ayy) Plug called like we had a deal, man, this shit ain't daffodils (Ain't daffodils, yeah) When it all comes at my door, get the toy like a Happy Meal (Bow-bow-bow-bow) If it does, then I have to kill, name a track that I haven't killed, damn When it comes to this shit, I'm a killer, red dot and record, damn, I have to chill Yeah, this a new wave, y'all are too late You say you gon' start tomorrow, well, tomorrow's today (Now) I get-I get all these bags, stuff 'em in a suitcase You a thief, you just steal my shit like you was Boonk Gang

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  • Quadeca