Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Dont Care, artist - Swifty McVay.
Date of issue: 17.11.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |