Give a Damn

[Chorus:] I don’t give a damn a I don't, I don’t give a damn aboutx2 I don’t give a damn about Nothing else After this jam I really don’t give a damn [repeat x2] [Verse 1:][Dynasty] After this I really don’t give a damn Who you want me to be Or who you think I am I’m what you get When you go digging for realness You gotta dig real deep To get to this I’m everything that these broads wanna be But they scared to admit it Because I’m so different So they like to pretend They don’t get it I break every mold I don’t fit it My destiny written I was born in NY In the Spring Q Borough So you know I’m thorough When I bring Flows so passionate I wish I could sing These dudes on the radio Ain’t rappin bout a thing Don’t hear nothing else At least hear this Number 1 sound So don’t you dare test I got a big flow And I’m so fearless What you got going on I could really care less Because [Chorus] [Verse 2:][Eternia] It go I don’t really give a… 30 times 6 days Since I spit and written I’ve been given new direction God’s business So I listen He plants the gift within me He can take it in an instant Believe that my bredrin I could use distressing Take a breather Live life Pause for a second Smell the roses Get some rest in I’m confessin Sometimes I don’t feel it when I’m spittin I used to feel the spirit But the business got me livid I was steady climbing But the climax was missing And this misplaced priority Of rap over living I’m not gonna say it on every track Really So let me break it down for you one time Simply I don’t give a damn about the name game I am not inspired by the fame Or the dividends made Put the pen to the page When I move to create When I got something to stay But until that day Hey yo [Chorus] [Verse 3:][Sara Kana] Listen You really, truly think That I could give a fuck About the records you sold Shorty, you suck You really, truly think That I give a shit If you get sluts tits If you really move the brick Bitch please Pull your balls up And act like a man Don’t care about your followers, views or your fans Your a stan Impersonating other stans Everybody rap these days To insult the fans Me, be gangsta to death Hennessy flow Put the burbs to yo chest Taking birds from the nest You’re a fraud in the flesh It’s so hard, you upset Bring your marketing bitch It is what is isn’t The glamour and gimmicks You with it for image But it’s gone when you pivot Wake up pimpin’ Not tryna be mean But grown men in skinny jeans Is not my scene [Chorus]