I Dont Care - Swifty McVay

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