"Ay what it do?
This is Vic Mensa
an' you' tuned into
Jack Media"

Oh yeah Jack
it’s really good that you're
Ya know
back in the studio making’ music
…really motivational

'Yeah i think it should really help!'

I don't give a fuck [x?]
a

Another one, lost another one
Ain't ever done, we on a run
We out raising fun, dropping for none
But sufferings plentiful
Feels like there's nothing we can all do
Man I'm done, lazy coward
A pathetic Millenial (bum bum)

I don't fuck with these bitches
Be covered in stitches if i let then up under my skin
I'm done
Let them get too many wins
Ain't playin no mo they ain't getting no mo dick or no ends
'You ain't no pro ho,' now she crying sayin 'I thought we were friends'
I thought we were down till the end, let's not even pretend

Like it's our first time
Before we even began
Too many crackahs telling us
'We staying steady in sin'

'Born ready to win,' but that would depend
On mo luck (not me) So I ain't giving no fucks
Hold up (not me)
I don't

I don’t give a fuck
(not me)

I dont...
Give A

Fuck

But it’s fine
Just passing the time
No. No. Really. Really. it’s fine
you don’t miss me
We, all….online

Where there’s no where to hide
So dry, eyes got nowhere to cry
She say 'at least you’re alive'
Right..at least I'm alive

Crackahs running up in you city, leaving it quite gentrified
Parents could pay they rent but they take Yo job to act like they try
Their slice of the pie is an act others need to survive
Criticize the gWag, then drive the price of used cars high

So who's the bad guy, ’crackah, what's really good?'
Stole that phrase from some blacker homosapians, different hood
Free speech, freedom of religion, stop these honkey’s, someone should
Strike me down salami alaykum, ooo I wish a God would

C’mon son, lost another one
Ain't ever done, we on a run
We out raisin' fun, dropping for none
But sufferings plentiful
Feel like there's nothing we can all do
Man I'm done…

'I wanna be president'
Psyche!--prolly won't vote
Blue state and don’t believe in our democracy no more
I’ll tale a trust fund to Ohio and go and knock on doors
And buy myself a candidate that used to be yours

Take a jet to ATL and Jack the migos flow
Sell a verse to QM that Aubrey’ll be shown
Do ya’ll want these middle men? cause i don’t need em no mo
I’m trying cause a singularity where we can all go

Shout out to the Media, we are all hoes
They just pimp us, they don’t love us, y’all know
Shout to peeps that I used to know, where’d we all go?
gave a fuck, now i heard yawl don’t

Heard I got the best life, I heard most them suck
They say I can’t do shit, so i don't
Fuck a next life, y.o.l.o., used to give a fuck
If you could do it all again I prolly won’t

Singin what, not another one
Ain't ever done, we on a run
We out raisin' fun, dropping for none
But sufferings plentiful
Feel like there's nothing we can all do
Man I'm done lazy, coward
aPathetic Millenial (bum, bum)

Man I don’t give a fuck etc.

Actually I do care