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The Fucks I Give

by Mod Adonis/TMH

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1.
[Hook] No one on top of me. Im in a league of my own. There’s no crying in baseball. Tom Hanks, yeah he knows. Yo fa sho, mane im on it That’s a mighty nice flow. Yo fa sho, mane im on it Leave yo feelings at the door. [Hook] Cabbage crisper, Rubber bands on the broccoli Karats on my pinky finger, Walkin wobboly. All these wannabes honor me Its ironic, see? I done fucked my game up, Toxicology. Rap game tom cruise, Scientology. Used to fuck with astrology, But look at where its gotten me. My crew is mot-e-ly, Cream of the crop, oddity. Honestly, the oddest G Who ever survived labotomy. I won the lottery. And blew it all on drugs. Audibly atrocious, My lines salt to a slug. And I been done. You can catch my last picture show. Mcmurtary shit, Hope I make it to your radio. Flyin solo. Pistol barrel in my mouth. A bullet in the chamber, But I cant squeeze it out. [Hook]x2 Never shout, my princess lip pout. Im a dark kitty pryde with a penis, Fly in addidas. SWIM fam you seen us. Posted on your block. Smokin weed down the way, Got the rent paid. Its fair to say, That I aint sayin shit. But its also true, That that’s the point of it. maybe I can get by, Just rhyme and be crazy. Blow up nuclear, The next mololith, jay z. Construct a new genre, Live by my honor. Without surrendering my fucks, To any of you fucks. Song has no topic, It started out strong. I was listening it jeezy, Then the words got all wrong. Perhaps I got distracted. Probably. Ill jizz on your welcom mat, Then get arrested for sodomy. [Hook] x2
2.
Cancer cypher flow, I dunno pimpin. Bust the block down gentrified, White women. There’s a coffee shop Where my boy used to sell rock. White guilt propagate, And im a taste. Whats to come when we done, Rap game chainged up. Black kids No longer got they hopes up. Vilanize my enterprize, Scape goat stuntin. Ill be the motif you see, Or read about. Go on and call me out. Like a sitting duck. But I bite so watch out, I give a fuck. When it comes to my persona I'm a loner. These lunar eclipses Got me prayin for the tripple sixes. But that’s the business. Why throw stones? You know im broke as fuck, Go ahead and take what I own. Ill start a new show. Go back to the beginning. The basics are my legos, And im a child buildin. Bumpin my songs in ya buildin. I mignt not be from there But I do care. We need to move on As united humans. We need to stay strong. Because we influence. Because we do do this. ‘Cause we don’t lack courage. Seen as a scourage by parents, And that needs to change. Lets be role models Promote higher learnin’ And dude.. That’s don’t mean goin to class burnin’
3.
Gucci Gucci 03:09
Im rollin up a doobie in my fake phantom. Got two fake chains, I cant pay the ransom. Birds on my shoulder call me Capitan Hook. Birds on the table with the cookin book. Bakin soda on my shirt with the missin shoes. Lucky Charmes, horse shoes, flexin with my crew. What it do, im monolithic out swangin. Candy paint changin, and sexin Sarah Palin. Im known on my block as “Mr Is He Back?” Or “Mr Is He Whack?”, naw son, im packin racks. Backpack full of lyrics and some sticky trees. RAP GAME MR T, homie don’t fuck with me. Im well known for my medication, pill bottle poppin. Hook it up, it aint no problem, dope beats I be jockin. Bitches floppin, but that aint my problem Homie beef’d with me, but you know I aint shot ‘em [Hook: Kreayshawn] Drug dealer music, memory mnemonic I’m ill as fuck, so call me the plague bubonic Yeah, I’m an alcoholic. I dropped out of college. Bring the war to your zone, Napoleonic Embryonic, my name stil in its younge days. Hydroponic chronic I got it, go blaze. This ain’t a phase, opinions getting critical. They egotistical, and straight up perdictable. Inadmissible, you know I don’t play that shit. Im larger than life. Goliath, biblical. Serial killer of instrumentals plentiful. Understand these claims are more than hypothetical. Hypothalamus, brain structure off the chain. Im insane with the pain I bring to the game. Untamed, im I beast in my habitat. Attack with no warning, swangin like an acrobat. [Hook: Kreayshawn]
4.
Love Song 04:04
Its weird, I guess I loved her from afar. Only drunk courage gave way to vocalizing it. Or typing it. True, I never said it in person. When it comes to women im still learnin, my heart yearnin’ I met her back at the end of highschool. She was so cool, so I never tried to conversate. Till I started buzzin in a class I had with her, Never more than friends, but I can still pretend. I longed for more, felt like she understood me. She’s odd, but that’s something I find attracting. Don’t overlook me, I know I seem the nice guy, Who tries too hard, who bares these scars, but.. I think that we could really be together. I’ll wait out the weather, storm clouds or sunshine endevor But whatever, im more resigned to the fact, That I lact tact or a chance, to share with you the last dance. Advances, I never made, now are my regretful woes. As we sat bathed in moonlight, her lips met the peach optimo. I thought I was jealous, but was in fact just overzealous. It could never be! Someone like her, with a guy like me. [Sampled Chorus/Hook] Maybe my idea of love is idealistic. Unrealistic, impossible to get it. Guess I’ll never get to have the last laugh. The truth is, im scared. Waiting on that call back. My voice cracks, im embaressed of myself. Blood rushes to a blush, go hide upon my shelf. Cant ask for help, my pride just wont allow it. Cant meet her eyes, I feel my gaze is unfit. Bullshit, a small voice within my head says. You’re worthy, go get it, Jacob, just don’t worry. But that’s impossible, im worked up in a fuery. Angry at the world, at her, but mostly at me. How can this be, when did I become this. This frightened soul, is this all that I encompas? My only dynamic? I just don’t understand it. Why cant it just be simple, like wishing on a shooting star. Like wishing upon a shooting star...
5.
Trap house, black out. I aint one to tag out. Cookies like a bakery, You can call me girl scout. Roll up on your spot, Now im askin what this shit about. Invest in my comodities, Im gaurenteed, no doubt. Bandana round my face, My identity is hidden doe. Never pullin punches, so Check my forbidden flow. Pimpin hos, rollin dro, Syrup keep you movin slow. Cold hearted like im ten below, Slasher, look at my carnage, woah. Zombie mobbin, wit the cid, An the shrooms on deck kid. Only burn the best, Aint fuckin with the stress or mids. Grow the clones, UV light. Hydroponic widdow white. Paper planes im catchin flights. These trees got bark and pack a bite. WHATUP LAG, that my salute, But you knew that, the point is moot. Regardless you statement astute. Does not compute, will not dispute Spitting rhymes, im in the booth. No truth, ok but me the youth. Homerunner, call me Babe Ruth. Or assassin John Wilkes Booth. We in that motha fuckin zombie trap house. .. Residue white, fuckin choke ‘em out. .. We in that motha fuckin zombie trap house. .. Fat dub baggies, fuckin choke ‘em out. We in that motha fuckin zombie trap house. .. Strapped with heaters, cookin glass, ‘bout to black out. .. We in that motha fuckin zombie trap house. .. Poppin beans, flippin scripts, ‘bout to black out. .. Trap bumpin crazy, many clientel. Coke heads, dope fiends, make tha sale. Homie in jail, and cant make bail. Caught with white and little scale. I send him mail, an then curse hell. (hail) But I don’t leave a paper trail. Inhale, exhale, an blow my sail. Like im at huntin for my white whale. Fiendin fo brains, I don’t mean head, Carnivorious, the walkin dead. Machette, chainsaw, shotgun, Residnet Evil, pop one. The bite infects, now you are wreaked, Reborn mindles s not gods son. Virus wreaking havoc, mane. My zombies speakin traffic, mane. Trap house movin Virus-T Apocolypse bringin greed. So why you green with envy? You gangreen from injury? Yo, get the fuck away from me, Im clean and stayin pretty. Aint no way you will get me. Antidote cut with antifreeze. So keepin fresh with major ease. This paper addicted to me. Martial law done made it worse. Religion claims this is a curse. Though I’ll still go an lay a verse, While my partner lays in a herse. [chorus] Breakin down the dro, Roll it up in the optimo. Faded homie movin real slow. Whatup my-Doe. Blow it out ghost it. Aint claimin that I flow sick. But im still on my grind, Because I got to make profit. My moms is worried bout my status, Cause im always fucked up. My dads is disapointed with me, Cause im stayin fucked up. My doctor says I’ve had enough, But I aint even fuckin started. Greg says I should give it up, Before I become retarted. There aint no one who could help. Because this man is an island. Whats the point of livin, When you aint scared of dyin? Yes, these are tears that im cryin. So there is no denying. I am in a bad place, Where the monsters wait hiding. I stood, the priest he said to me My soul aint worth savin. God would rather put me to the pavement, ignore the prays sent.. I been lookin for safe haven, as far back as I remember. The ember, of my spark fire wont die, return to sender. [chorus]
6.
Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Becca Monster, out on town, girl swangin’ like an octopus The sashimi hotness, on deck with white rhinoceros. No hippopotamus, i’m droppin ill rhymes, on top of this. Ain’t no basic bitch, yeah, she avoiding the black abyss. Knife is army swiss, the sharpest tool off in the shed. Breakin’ bread with undead fiends, but she still reppin’ scene. Seen in public, im like “fuck it.” Crouching tiger, hidden dragon. Shit will happen, goddamn.. Homie, just imagine. It aint tragic, hold up, wait. Yes, this shit is even magic. Stacks orgasmic, latest fashion, classic candy colored fabric. Be dramatic, haters ravage. Savage remarks fule the fire. Dire consequences, dont mention, if you ain’t learned the lesson. Adolescent tendencies, im stressin. Psychaotic obsession. Agression, ‘cause that middle finger swastika she reppin’ Scene kid, underground like submarines, she seventeen. The highlights cocaine white. Lines of yayo, Charlie Sheen. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Becca Monsterr stayin’ fly. Becca Monsterr stayin’ high. Lil’ homie finna ride, toke that bong then pass it by. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Becca Monsterr stayin’ fly. Becca Monsterr stayin’ high. Lil’ homie finna ride, toke that bong then pass it by. A song for Becca Monster, ostridge eatin’ bow-tie pasta. Lost a game before, naw. Call that girl my fashionista. Faster than a backwards badger runnin’ from a dire wolf. Try and go to war with her, you gon need that catapult. Growin cabbage like a vegan preppin for a fuckin feast. Cabage be that money green, weed I mean, trees I seen. Teamin’ up to break a bitch down out in So Cal. Hit me up, im always posted, roasted on a ferris wheel. Man of steel, call me that? Monsterr inspired this track. Monsterr shaswty off in Jersey, worthy of a lengthy rap Got a knack for this rhyme shit, spit flows with no lack. Of complexity, damn son, you best not be testin’ me. Ecstasy, emotional.. like on a tripple stack. Holla back youngin, beat bumpin, these are intended facts. Equestrian, horses. Sippin’ promethazine (pro-meth-a-zin) Code in, yeah I call it code red, that codine. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Becca Monsterr stayin’ fly. Becca Monsterr stayin’ high. Lil’ homie finna ride, toke that bong then pass it by. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Becca Monsterr stayin’ fly. Becca Monsterr stayin’ high. Lil’ homie finna ride, toke that bong then pass it by. Fuck it LAG, i go straight to slammin methadone. what you know bout that? you ridin on chrome. reppin your clique, so im like "when in rome.." blast myself, resurrect, and take a xanax tome. Fuck the names, aint no fame, imma isolate. my ego deflate 'cause i cant make the due date. put me on pills of every color, too late. Tranquilizers given to me to keep me sedate. Fifty-Two Fifty all up on my shit. Now I cant own a gun, cause my mind is sick. Through thin and thick I survive, but I move too quick. Fuck a clip, fuck a brick, ay homie fuck a trick. It would be easier if I could be a bad guy. But I cant do it, no matter how hard I try. I got a good heart, connected to a damaged soul. My mind is broken, each day is a new low. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Becca Monsterr stayin’ fly. Becca Monsterr stayin’ high. Lil’ homie finna ride, toke that bong then pass it by. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Shout-out to my Fam.(what?) Shout-out to my Fam on twitter. Becca Monsterr stayin’ fly. Becca Monsterr stayin’ high. Lil’ homie finna ride, toke that bong then pass it by.
7.
Awake at three, as I enter the street. Of the suburbs, havent y’all heard? That im back on the prowl, for now. Wow, swore that path I wouldn’t walk down. But it aint like I coulda seen it coming. Im usedto bummin, my own beat drummin. I move in shadows with the flow, downstream. Low self-esteem, couldn’t execute the scheme My life story isnt special, one of many. No first edition, im just an old penny. Copper top, the duracell always runnin. Im cunnin, though anything but top gunnin. Runnin in place, the race was a moot point. A paper chase in which i finished last place. Discrace my name, then you, I will erase. Its common place to underestimate, your own fate. Scared, that I wont fit in. Stickin out like a sore thumb, condesend. Scared, of the ever approaching end. But what then do I have to look towards? Caught up in the drama of the head. Caught up in the whispers of the dead. Knocked off my block, water whickin. Knocked off to a stop, fate I’m pickin. I cant tell the future... I cant see what’s coming... I cant tell the future... That’s why I’m always runnin’ I don’t know what to tell you... Except to just keep searchin’ I don’t know what to tell you... So imma keep on runnin’ I cant tell the future... I cant see what’s coming... I cant tell the future... That’s why I’m always runnin’ I don’t know what to tell you... Except to just keep searchin’ I don’t know what to tell you... So imma keep on runnin’ Sittin down, possted with a pound. An LB.. N-A-T-I-V.. E, molly quad stack flippin, Cops arive, now its time to be dippin. Cradle to the grave, on my shit. Check the lifestyle, I can take a hit. A little bit overconfident.. A little bit under estimate.. Hit my LAGs up, always. Snitchin tags up, no way. Say what I mean and support it. Lies, cant afford it, always consort it. If I say I bump gucci, im a wankster, If I say I bump 2 chainz, im just a lame, What the fuck can I be if I live a label. Generic fable, sterotype enabled.
8.
Still High 03:39
Im still high, yeah I fly 747 jumbo jet to myself (uh) Man you know stuntin aint easy, I don’t got no help from weezy Just gonna go promote myself (damn) Im still high, yeah I fly Tryna get that paper, mountains not stacks on deck Man you know stuntin aint easy, I don’t got no help from weezy Just gonna go promote myself (im still, im still) Hit the afterparty with my crew, Body shots off a girlie, fewl you know how I do. Im center the of attention, not just a person mentioned. Im a name brand, publicly traded corperation I aint outdated Applause is like a drug and I need it in my veins Props from the homies and the enemies the same My ego growing bigger like lying pinnichio’s nose Does dependant reaction, by my encore im blown. People say that im a poser, run ‘em down with my bulldozer Chopped and screwed, fuck it, I love that remix shit dude, I love it dude. Im faded, old photograph Im lifted, like an updraft Im shady, Joker’s evil laugh Open for business, welcome mat. Bring on the competition and ill bring back home the gold. Bring back home the gold, bring, bring back home the gold. [chorus] Destroy yo flow with a single sylable uttered from my mouth Is you surprised that I rhyme? Am I too nice? So like... See y’all can hurry up, I need my dough Cake, bakery is fuckin open. Put that bread, in a, fuckin oven. Fake I.D. for alcohol, like McLovin Im stuntin, you kissin cousins No frontin, im shining like a nebula Higher than the stratosphere Bitch, this is america. No drama, oh well Cold swangin, crunk as hell. See that honny over there? I think im hearin weddin’ bells. I think that I been doin well, Im destined to excell. Be flexin out in ATL Into the stars I was propelled I felt compelled to write this song. An ‘round here we’ll do ya wrong. The city where the beach is long. Mane, come with me and tag along. Mod Adon, TMH Fuck the hate, movin weight. Fortold that I would be a great, I pray to god I’m not too late [chorus]

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