Don't Ask Me for Shit Songtext
von CHARLEE ILLTHOUGHTS

Whether I′m riding the train, or wipin' my ass
There′s always some man, asking me for my cash
No matter where he ask, don't make no difference
No's the only answer, I′m ever gonna give him
There I was, chillin′ on the train, on my way to work
Disposition curt, aint trynna converse
Suddenly, see a man creeping in the background
Ahhh shit, he's got his hand out
Same old shit, panhandler sales pitch
Homeless, hungry, need money for food quick
Ain′t feeling this, somethings kinda off
Mothafucka looks like he just came from the barbershop
If Mister Clean was black, this would be him exactly
Shaved head so shiny, my reflections looking back at me
Exactly, why dudes asking me for my dough
I don't know, mothafuckas wearing name brand designer clothes, so No, I ain′t got no money for you
But, play ya cards right, I got some food
Pull out a sandwich, from the bottom of my back pack
It's two weeks old, but ayyo, it ain′t that bad
So, here's what we're gonna do
I′d give this to ya free, but I see ya shoes
They′re Nike's, I assume you got some cash
So the sandwich will be three dollars, plus Chicago sales tax
Dudes pissed, talkin′ that shit
Says I'm a stingy mothafucka, on that grinch type kick, I′m like
Listen, better do my dishes or dance pal
Ain't no way in hell I mess around with them hand outs
Work hard for my money, keep it to myself
Give Uncle Sam his cut, but nobody else
So all ya panhandlers, remember this
I′m not ya friend, so don't ask me for shit


Not ya friend, so don't ask me for shit
Not ya friend, so don′t ask me for shit
Not ya friend, not ya friend
Not ya friend, stay the fuck out my face
Not ya friend, so don′t ask me for shit
Not ya friend, so don't ask me for shit
Not ya friend, not ya friend
Not ya friend, stay the fuck out my face