Fuck the Radio Lyrics

Growing up in the streets, nobody gives a fuck

Niggas dying every day, man that shit really sucks

I wonder why the world is so focused on name brands not realizing that the remote is in their kids hands

Cops killin' blacks, they don't give a fuck if they die

Say their condolences, a peace-out and let the time fly

Only parents got questions, tryna figure out why, "Who the fuck shot at my baby, why my kid(s) has to die"

Nobody wants to spill the beans, fuck this world is so cruel,

Kids would rather sell drugs instead of goin' to school

Once they seen their friend die, now they don't wanna go

My question is who gives a fuck, they answer, "Nobody Knows" (Nobody Knows)

All I seen on the TV is reality shows

Niggas dancing, rappin' bout gettin' money and hoes

Teens popping xans until their out of their mind

Oh, their parents must be deaf, dead or probably blind

Looks like they should have took a class to teach their kids the right way

And you wonder why their gone at the crack of the day

Don't know everything, except for what's right and what's wrong

Fuck the radio cuz all they play is mumble rap songs

Won't call this shit a freestyle, call it speaking my mind

Treat your bitches like the past, fuck then leave em' behind

Had an orgy with your bitch, you will not see the tape

The world is like a human head, ain't no way to escape

I will never sell my soul, fuck the devil, he fake

Put my trust inside nobody cuz theirs too many snakes

Just remember when i tell you anybody could switch

Won't put my hands on a woman, but I'll fuck up a bitch

I had my head on straight for years, niggas looked so confused

In this life it's like a game, you either win or you lose

If you wanna play pussy, best believe you'll get fucked

Not gone fuck the prostitute, I just want my dick sucked

Pay for sloppy with the toppy, tell my haters back up off me

And I'm always up like an grown man sipping coffee

I must be a vegan cuz im smoking hella broccoli

And if you on that laggin' shit, don't talk to me

Niggas love to talk shit behind screens

But when you in they face, they ain't bout when they mean

Niggas love to smoke, but they don't wanna put in

If you can't put in they don't wanna be your friend

And end up by yourself with ya left and right hand

He say he got bands you must mean rubber bands

The inner voice told me don't make friends, gotta make bands

Before you buy a crib, buy land