Idc Lyrics

I don't care

About the platinum and gold

The cash and the clothes

The Lam or how fast that you drove

I don't care

About the mansions and homes

The Xans and the coke

And all that other trash you promote

I don't care

About the raps that you wrote

Or the fact that you don't

The man behind the pad is a ghost

I don't care

About the stats or the quotes

How you imagine you're dope

And you're surpassing the GOATs

(That's laughable, bro)

I power forward like Shawn Kemp

Keep my fam at arm's length and pray that God bless

My opps with a short life and a long death

Heard you on the court's side like LeBron's friends

You think you got the answers, it's the wrong test

Swear, if I see another rapper in a prom dress

I'll leave his bod stretched out across his mom's steps

With a corsage next to his blonde dreads

No sneak diss, don't beef with a rapper for nothin'

You actin' and bluffin' like you actually clappin' at somethin'

You ain't got the sticks and drums, better add some percussion

Your attitude sucks, it needs dramatic adjustment

Got you runnin' to high ground like Anakin's coming

I'm crashin' your function, crushin' any plan you come up with

I can count on one hand all the rappers I fuck with

These addicts get busted with drugs but still lackin' in substance

I don't care

About the platinum and gold

The cash and the clothes

The Lam or how fast that you drove

I don't care

About the mansions and homes

The Xans and the coke

And all that other trash you promote

I don't care

About the raps that you wrote

Or the fact that you don't

The man behind the pad is a ghost

I don't care

About the stats or the quotes

How you imagine you're dope

And you're surpassing the GOATs

I heard the rhymes you spit are good for the environment

'Cause you take other rappers' trash and recycle it

Make your dogs fight against each other like Michael Vick

Supposed to be your brother, undercover with a wire hid

Bet he try to snitch if it comes to your life or his

He's the type of bitch that don't stand when it's time to piss

Bad luck, we masked up before the virus hit

If he act up, the handgun's givin' viral clips

Rule with an iron fist; bitch, I'm a king to pagans

I have mastered every facet of the English language

These rappers mad 'cause their fans see their speech is basic

I fall asleep sedated every time your CD's playin'

This is prime time, check your favorite TV station

Fuck bein' famous, got no patience for these sleazy agents

I'm just tryin' release creative music for my recent playlist

Cease the hatred, you can keep debatin' which emcee's the greatest

I don't care

About the platinum and gold

The cash and the clothes

The Lam or how fast that you drove

I don't care

About the mansions and homes

The Xans and the coke

And all that other trash you promote

I don't care

About the raps that you wrote

Or the fact that you don't

The man behind the pad is a ghost

I don't care

About the stats or the quotes

How you imagine you're dope

And you're surpassing the GOATs

(That's laughable, bro)