[Intro]Yeah, yeah[Chorus]RepresenterStreet niggas, I'm a representerEast Gary, I'm a representerRest in peace, granny, I'ma represent herMade it through the summer with no air conditionerCatch us huddled 'round the kitchen in the winterJust a youngin thuggin', tryna check a millionYoungin thuggin', tryna check a millionWindows tinted with the killer in my systemMore than weed and liquor in my systemGot the brand new whip, might see the solar systemOn my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'Necklace flooded, it's a situation (Yeah)All my bitches got a situation (Yeah)County lockup or the police station (Yeah)We was in some shitty situations (Uh)[Verse 1]'Bout to smoke it up, pour it upI'm a thug and smokin' lethal warriorCopped a brick of yay West Side of FloridaSpent a hundred-twenty on a Rover truckI had bitches when a nigga rode the bus'Fore the money, bitches never noticed youWay back when, they wouldn't do a show with usNow they callin' me so they can open upI put you niggas on gamePut some respect on my nameFreddie Kane a livin' legendI hit a stainCousin took two to the brainBullets missed me, it's a blessingI can see the day like it was yesterday, I'll never forget itSo rest in peace, good Lord, you was caught in the systemI made my lane up in this game, and upped the winning percentageSo fuck a record deal, a nigga need a bigger percentageI'm like[Bridge]HahaLambo, cut my check, nigga (Brrt, brrt, brrt, nigga)Yeah[Chorus]RepresenterInsane, I'm a representerVL, I'm a representerI'm a 22-12 representerWhat you know 'bout stuffin' kilos in the engine?You a sidewalk nigga, street ain't in you'Bout to stretch this coca like the seventh inningYoung and thuggin', tryna check a millionWindows tinted with the killer in my systemMore than weed and liquor in my systemGot the brand new whip, might see the solar systemOn my seventh figure, niggas know the feelin'Necklace flooded, it's a situationAll my bitches got a situationCounty lockup or the police stationWe was in some shitty situations[Verse 2]1989, I seen a nigga bleedUncle stabbed him in the neck and hit his kneesTurned the arcade to a stampedeI was playin' Pac-Man, CentipedePut me on some shit I never should've seenRobbin', killin', drug dealin' in my genesI was livin' in Atlanta, juggin' beanDrea hit a nigga with the Billie JeanJosh The Goon got a nigga back to flowin'Bought the plane ticket, first I wasn't openFrom that moment I was West Coastin'Livin' out of Sid apartment, smokin' all the roachesStraight survivin' off of Wendy's, Pollo Loco43rd and Main, I'm 'posted serving smokersDid my re-up la famila with my choloTwenty for the chicken, that's some pollo loco (Yeah, yeah)Obama got elected today, and I got arrestedLA County literally strippin' a nigga nakedAnd I never tell on none of my enemies or connectionMotherfuck Jeff Sessions, I'm sellin' dope with a weaponOnly union some of me and my niggas got is the WesternI'm they favorite rapper when niggas fucked up and they stressin'Lot of niggas feel like I got my bucks up and I left 'emTell them pussy niggas come get the fuck up on my level, yeahThis how it feel to wake up and you don't owe nobody shitNot an explanation, not no conversation, Drug Administration, suck a nigga dickWhen my daddy ran over Eddie with that motorcycle, he ain't been that nigga sinceSeen him transform to crackhead Ed, "If I got twenty, Fred, can I get a hit?"Nigga, damn[Outro]Fuck You Friday was such a great holidayThat I thought I would extend the holiday seasonAnd let's call it I Don't Give A Shit SaturdayI don't give a shit about what you think about meI don't give a shit about who you think I ought to beI don't give a shit about, you don't like me cussin'?I don't give a shit what you likeI'm doing what is best for meI'm doing those things that makes me happyThose things that I think are positive with meAnd that's what you need to say to anyone today who comes into your lifeTryna bring negative shit into your lifeTell 'em, "I don't give a shit"In fact, tell them, "If you not feedin' me, financing me, or fuckin' me, I just don't give a shit"In fact, go out on this holidayGet you some ribs, put it the grillAnd let's call it Fuck-A-QueLet's have a Fuck-A-Que holidayAnd not give a shit about what people have to say about you and your lifeThis is your morning message from the cussing pastorHave a great day
