Fuck It Video (MV)

(Goodbye s1rk)
(RunnerBoy)
(Yessir)
(If you think that you can hang with me and s1rk then you've been tricked)
No, I ain't giving it up
You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama
I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas
They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma
No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise
Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest
No Diddy
First of all, can we talk 'bout the shit that they say on the way
F*ck that album, f*ck that single, burn that hard drive, say it to your face
All of these numbers ain't making no sense cause bitch I'm the hottest one out of my state
And I'm making too much money to f*ck with these people so I had to cop an estate
Tell me how the f*ck you think you could pull up to my crib when you don't even know where I stay?
I just don't understand it, you say that you're sending the cannon but you won't even look my way
Been heart broken and damaged, drinking till I'm hammered and Percocet 30 go straight to the face
So why run to me when you made a mistake on your own, like it don't even click in my brain
I'm tired of helping you, I'm tired of giving you money
Cause every time that I put in the work for you, you stab me and leave me with nothing
You come up to me and you say that it's worse for you but I already know that you're bluffing
How you gon' do that to me
And I thought you was my dog, now you gon' tell me to go kick the bucket
F*ck it, I'm getting madder again
Send love to my exes and f*ck all these hoes, but I might do a drive-by in a Benz
You searching with me after stealing my clothes, now tell me like, how you gon' say you my friend?
Shit don't make sense but now I know I gotta say "f*ck it!" and run up the bands
You just hurting yourself by digging a hole, I don't need no fake friends again
No fake friends again I promise
Cause I need some real motherf*ckers who'll be there for me and whatever they need then I got it
Like how you gon' find all my cash on the ground and take all my money and gimme' the wallet?
That's outta pocket, no contest, ain't even a bargain
But now I'm aware you can call me a Sargent
Guess I gotta stand on my own, said f*ck a crew I'mma get to the gold, uh
Yeah I gotta get green on my own, screaming "f*ck everyone else!" cause they gone, uh
Could be watching a movie at home, they won't even come and knock on the door, uh
So I gotta keep me a pole, bitch I know that I ain't ever alone
No, I ain't giving it up
You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama
I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas
They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma
No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise
Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest
Just being honest, you don't know how I'm feeling all the time
Rotting my brain, you been caught on my mind
Don't know what love is, I'm guessing I'm blind
And my heart is hurting from every time that you picked up a knife and stuck it in my spine
You picked up my heart and threw it like a dime
Now y'all are wondering why I been crying
Cause you threw me right back like a fish in a line
And you can't tell me what to do about it
Though it was love we tapped in
Okay cool, but let's go back to acting
How you gon' throw me away in a trash can
I can't believe I was blowing your back in
Everything our relationship was lacking
Peep the album, you can see that I'm past it
Uh, and I'm done right now
Hard to think you used to make me nervous like I was standing in front of a crowd
So I got a different mindset, I'm steady screaming out "f*ck it!"
Money up in my pocket it's nothing
You can do what you want if you want it
I'll prove it to you bitch I'm balling with buckets
I'm going crazy with the four like I'm Stunna (4 Vegas)
I had two-hundred for lunch like Gunna
And I be talking but at least it's a hundred
And I said f*ck all the love and I'm tired of the drama
I'm keeping the music alive for my momma
I gotta stay focused on getting the commas
No stopping it now, gotta stay on the come up (Hmm)
And that's why
No, I ain't giving it up
You try to reach for my chain, there's gon' be some drama
I'm from the city where we let it bang, I'm making it rain with all of these commas
They wanna talk down the floor 'bout my name, I'm letting it sang, put that on my momma
No, you don't want war lil brudda, I promise
Cause I'll get you touched, I'm just being honest