[Part 1: IDFWU - Ill-Noize]
Uhh "New Year, New Me"
Ya'll been sayin' that for years
& still be acting like preteens
Ya'll been sayin' that since myspace
Been sayin' that since "Top 8's"
Sayin' that since I used to skate in seventh grade, damn! (Dayum!)
But at least I've changed
At least I had the guts to stand up & be brave
At least I ain't afraid, I ain't hiding, unashamed
You're the Moth & I'm the flame
You're just helping spread my name (fuck it!)
But I can't fuck with you fake ass lowlife motherfuckers, (nahh!)
Always thievin' around, don't know how you even trust each other, (ha!)
It's like you all done sucked each others dicks
(Ugh)
You might as well have the way you pass around the same chicks... (ugh!)
& I can't fuck with that
You gotta be the type of person that you want to attract, (uhh!)
& I can't be a product of that environment
Looking at early retirement
Get me out of the scene! (Peace!)
Shitty trends, shitty friends
With no means to an end
One great big cesspool
Turn it on, press blend
You're still all the fuckin' same as you were back then
You're either laying on your back, or you got it bent, (hoe!)
But it ain't High School anymore, & I can't pretend
That you don't fucking disgust me, I can't comprehend
How anybody likes you, & I do intend, to offend
Bitch, I don't fuck with you...
(I don't give a fuck, I don't, I don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck, (No) I don't fuck with you.)
[Part 2: Onto The Next One - Ill-Noize]
(Fuck all these hoes)
Welcome to the IDGAF Anthem 2015!
{1, 2, 1 to the 3, 4
'bout to break it down, ya'll ready for more?!}
Got wrapped up in some bullshit
Caught myself trippin' on a fake bitch
Tried to catch myself, but it was too late, shit
But they say what you hate, you make it
You're so fucking cold
I bet you think this verse is about you
Don't you, get it twisted, just this one line
The rest pertain to different bitches
The ones who always swore they were "so different" bitches
Sick of these Chicago hoes actin' like they hot shit
Bout to hop a plane out to Cali, & cop a bad chick
Not one of these nasty hoes that have fucked everybody I know
Homie hoppin' but actin' like they faithful
They all fake, put on a face, & act dumb
Bitch I made you cum
I don't need your validation
Yea the word on the streets
You can ask my sheets
They seen the washer a lot in the last few weeks
& my style on fleek, smack your girl on her cheeks
Yea I got that sex appeal to make your bitches knees weak
I look good in a suit, or some joggers, doesn't matter
I can be a gentleman, but I still got swagger
Eyes sharp like a dagger, what's my number?
Doesn't matter!
I ain't finna call your ass back
I just wanna see the sweat drippin' down your ass crack, hoe you better pass that
Chronic, I flow in ebonics
You can't understand my lingo
You still hooked on phonics
Slurrin' off these gin & tonics
Bout to dick me down a blonde bitch!
{1, 2, 1 to the 3, 4
'bout to break it down, ya'll ready for more?!}
Onto the next one, need me some flavor
'bout to find me a latina with bad behavior
Ass so fat, pussy sweet I savor
Might have to wrap it up & save it for later
Order me some take-out, I'm feelin' oriental
Bad bitch dropped it off, tip her with that dental
Front door vacant, & I'm looking for a rental
Sideways pussy, yea she told me take it gental
Start it off right, hit her with the fundamentals
She rode the dick so insane, yea she got me going mental
Pussy so tight that I came accidental
Kicked her to the curb & put on this instrumental!
[I don't give a fuck about you silly hoes
Nahh, I don't give a fuck about you silly hoes]
(×2)
[Part 3: Levels - Ill-Noize]
Ill-Noize 'bout to kill this shit!
New Vision 'bout to run this bitch!
(×2)
You're from the suburbs Mofucka
You ain't hood click!
Your momma bought you all your swag
You ain't hood rich!
You can't afford it on your own
You a lil' bitch!
You fuckin' with the wrong kid
I'm goin' in! Uhh!
Uhh!
Now I ain't frontin', I ain't flexin' on shit, (uhh)
I'm not a gangster, I'm a north side kid! (Kid)
But I'm still self-made from the get-go! (Ohh)
Never claiming that I grew up in the ghetto, nah!
But I've still seen shit that changed me, (yea)
On the west side shit gets crazy, (yahh)
Dead bodies in the gas station parking lot, (fuck)
Shots fired while we driving to the homies spot!
(Rah!)
Chi-Town where the bangers restless, (yeaa)
Even in 20° below, they'll leave you breathless
(Buk buk buk!)
Wear the wrong colors, you'll get tested, (gah!)
So don't be actin' hard, or get them bullets chested... (rahhh!)
23 years without a gun or a vest, (yea)
& I ain't goin', I ain't goin' out next, (nahh!)
I've made it this far & for that I'm blessed, (blessed!)
In the streets Chiraq, it's potholes & death... (ugh!)
Why you think they call it that?
(Chi-raq!)
20° below they still bustin' gats
(Buk buk!)
10 deep in the van, shootin' out the back
(Buk buk!)
Wrong place, wrong time, boy watch where you at! (Uhhh!)
& I know my place!
I'm chill but the homies wave guns in your face
& I'm settin' pace
One wrong step we'll take you out the race!
Uhh...
Noize!
