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control - the game lyrics

[chorus]
i don’t care too much about no sh*t i can’t control
i don’t care too much about no jewelry and no clothes
i don’t care too much about no cars or these hoes
i’m runnin’ out of time, sh*t, my mama gettin’ old
i don’t care too much about no paper, my sh*t long
money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin’ blown
so i don’t care too much about what other n*ggas own
i done lost so many friends, feel like i’m out’chea on my own

[verse 1]
wake up in the mornin’, take a sh*t and grab my pistol
kiss that motherf*cker on the lips like i miss you
hate fallin’ asleep ’cause usually that’s when n*ggas get you
think i work for nasa, i’m surrounded by these missiles
i ain’t been to compton ’bout a week, i’m feelin’ homesick
but compton almost k!lled me, so i’m out in calabasas ’til the casket
mama proud her only son done got his own sh*t
any n*gga violate the crib gon’ get his dome split
my kids sleep well knowin’ they daddy gon’ die for ’em
we ain’t got it and they want it, sh*t, i’m gon’ try for ’em
p*ssed they mama off, she call me, i’m gon’ lie for ’em
no, we ain’t together, but that condo in the sky for ’em
f*cked up the family unit, chasin’ after hoes
i ain’t really got no type, just come in here with pretty toes
think i stopped by roscoe’s and get a number four
sit where pnb rock died, n*gga god bless your soul
[chorus]
i don’t care too much about no sh*t i can’t control
i don’t care too much about no jewelry and no clothes
i don’t care too much about no cars or these hoes
i’m runnin’ out of time, sh*t, my mama gettin’ old
i don’t care too much about no paper, my sh*t long
money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin’ blown
so i don’t care too much about what other n*ggas own
i done lost so many friends, feel like i’m out’chea on my own

[verse 2]
cheatin’ on my b*tch and i can’t lie, i feel like sh*t
’cause i’d rather die than see her ride another d*ck
twenty missed calls, i gotta go, let’s make it quick
told her i was in the studio with god’s son and hit
p*ssy was so fire, sh*t, i almost let it slip
wishin’ i just came through the door, got some head and dipped
lot of sh*t be on my conscience like jermaine cole
i feel like him and kendrick duckworth got the same soul, same goals
wish my life was more like them n*ggas, relaxed and cool
and they still with the women that they dated back in school
i can’t be tied down, so i smash and move
but every good p*ssy comes with a bag of shoes
one day i’m gon’ settle down and just pick the one
but today, i fled the scene of a hit*and*run
i could blame my daddy for my player way
but he dead, so it’s this until i fade away
[chorus]
i don’t care too much about no sh*t i can’t control
i don’t care too much about no jewelry and no clothes
i don’t care too much about no cars or these hoes
i’m runnin’ out of time, sh*t, my mama gettin’ old
i don’t care too much about no paper, my sh*t long
money grow on trees, man, them trees gettin’ blown
so i don’t care too much about what other n*ggas own
i done lost so many friends, feel like i’m out’chea on my own

- the game lyrics

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