Lyrics I Dont Care - Swifty McVay

I Dont Care

From the cradle to the grave
This nigga wasn’t raised to be a slave
An entrepreneur stuck in his ways
I don’t care about your actions
Whether you sniffin 'caine
Or even if you gave an AK to Ronald Reagan
I don’t care if you was praising the 80's
You ain’t shit to me
Funkadelic history or hippies in the 60's
Or an elderly patient, a war-war conversation
I ain’t protecting this forsaken nation
They still got me on papers, contract or probation
For every dollar I make, it’s four haters
That can’t wait to make her come up
They watch a nigga and wishing I was lazy
But sleeping just ain’t me
And being ocaleptic doesn’t pay me
Unless a nigga selling records on the internet
Lately, I been underestimated greatly
You never put fear in me, to break me is a damn conspiracy
And lately, I getting the cipher’s if I want to
But nah, they see me in the circle, I’m stomping
Whoever think to test me like professors
I’m giving this asswhooping
So you can catch this motherfucking lesson
I don’t care about nothing black
But Dirty Dozen comrade
And player haters be wishing that I caught a cap
Or in the cadillac, with brains in my lap
But they will never come where I’m at
I don’t care nigga
People stop and stare
Like I am something rare
Well those silly looks you can spare
Cuz I don’t care (I don’t care nigga!)
I will not fight to fare
I do so solemly swear
If that’s something you can’t bear
Well I don’t care
See I celebrate alone
I never let people inside my home
Cuz I don’t keep my same phone number on
I change it every other week
And I’m my own agent
I speak for myself, got no patience
Get irritated mo, and major polticians
That don’t get no where, and I will never sell my soul
To any individual, no matter how large the residual
You try to give, my salvation’s critical
For shit I did years ago, my nerves are working
My old peers are gone, cuz they served their purpose
In my life, and two wrongs will never make it right
We ain’t perfect but I won’t make the same mistakes twice
And the dice you was rolling, it wasn’t always 7 or 11
And crap sometime, they kept me going
I will never let it a no win situation haunt me
Even if you were snitching me like faggot ass Choncey
See this hip hop needs a nigga
But I don’t need the haters
Rap is like food, eating is second nature
My notebooks the plate, my lyrics are the faucet
And fuck whoever having thoughts of eating off it
I earned my bread, I baked it in an instant
So what if you pissed nigga?
Wash your own dishes
You can’t rub a bottle and there ain’t no three wishes
The only Genie is in the sky, and he’s pissed
All our fuck ups and fighting, and mobbing every night and
You can run from slugs, but we can’t dodge the lighting
I don’t get excited, I know how Life is
Ain’t gotta be the five-o, to raise you and indicte shit
Call yourself a grown man, really though?
Silly ho!
But on your nightstand you keep a box of KIX cereal
I couldn’t be a hero, my screws are let loose
The government would never give a fuck on who I rescue
I don’t care