(Voicemails playing)

Man, fuck all that

[Verse 1: Trxmp]

The ATM my bestfriend, ATM ain't mentioned

But soon they will accept him

No explanations, they creatin' they own theories

Only hate when they ain't near me

How he up? How he up?

How dat nigga up?

They pounce to luck, I'm bound to grind

Pounds to puff, fam down to ride

A thousand bags around my eyes

Clouds of loud surround my mind

Glad that I've survived through the fuckery

Bitches ask what's up with me, nosy niggas wondering

They fuckin' fake

I'm busy stuffin' j's

They sittin', schemin', stuffed with hate

See me eatin', dozen plates

Seen tougher days, nothin's changed, wait

Funds in my bank, I'm lovin' the hate

Above what they say

From ones to franks

Fuck the fame

[Hook: Trxmp]

Cash rules, I been dreamin', thinkin' Cancun

Mad who? I been makin' mad moves

All these niggas, these bitches they swear we coo' now

I'm still keepin' my distance, I tell em cool down

I ain't ever gave a fuck, I can't make this up

Hate to put my faith in luck, pacin 'til the race is won

Niggas talkin' nonsense simply cause they ain't on yet

They ain't on shit, gotta knock my progress

[Verse 2: Trxmp]

The sky blue, the grass green but who gives a fuck?

I do choose to show a bit of love to the little stuff?

Through losin', too foolish to ever give it up

I'd rather listen to my gut, never wish for luck

Let 'em whisper, plenty chitter chat, they miss the facts

Forget to figure out exactly what they had in plan

Lurkin' like you stand a chance, I'm shootin like a Taliban cameraman (cut)

To hell with all the manners, and tell 'em we ain't playin now

I ain't gotta flex, feelin stressed, check my bank account

Bitches throwin names around

Thank God this dank is loud

Noises, voices fadin out

Amazed at how these changes take place and I still maintain my count

(Chorus)

I ain't ever gave a fuck, I can't make this up (x2)

Hate to put my faith in luck, pacin 'til the race is won

I ain't ever gave a fuck, can't make this up