We Don't Care

Picture me lose a wink of sleep Over some forum user saying what they think of me Literally away at least twice a week playing The crowd noise counter every fucking word they're saying Long may it live, my long range is sick Kick in the door with a footlong spliff If it's true what they say, loose lips sink ships Fuckers, whole fleets must sleep with the fishes Talk too motherfucking much (just like bitches) Can't accept this ain't just about pictures Now I ain't got the time to give ya's So I'ma keep doing me, bring the old ways with ya I love fanning flames, fuck what the risk is They're trying to maintain, trying to think big I'm trying to do big, when my shit hits Have you only fast forwarding when the disc skips For all the love, the hate comes with em One prop gained's still one less given Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing Bring it in, now that you're listening We don't care, get it right motherfucker We don't care, step to the side motherfucker We don't care, and you ain't keeping us up And all my people they ain't giving a fuck, so go on, we don't care And its a crossed heart promise My flow will keep getting colder till there's shards of it If life's a bitch and all that, I'ma take my one chance to fuck the ass off her Never call her back, hit my casket proper Soon as I rock the stage, get your mind blown by it Soon as I'm off the stage, get your iPhone primed This my life, its how I've come so high Blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this son don't shine And fuck game, I'ma fucking owner of mine Ain't no better broads at your shows than at mine I still don't need this to get me over the line I fuck models man, they don't even know that I rhyme I cross borders, right now I'm like a couple horizons away With girls who know all the words, but don't get what they say And I could give a flying fuck about pay Life's a beach mate, couldn't even tell you the day For all the love, the hate comes with em One prop gained's still one less given Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing Bring it in, now that you're listening We don't care, get it right motherfucker We don't care, step to the side motherfucker We don't care, and you ain't keeping us up And all my people they ain't giving a fuck, so go on, we don't care I heard word about town that we out Like the house Aussie hiphop built couldn't stand a little drought Like somehow, the shit had changed round Couch critics call the shots now? Hold it, stop now You're fucking kidding right? Y'all turn a blip into a crisis We good, all I needs a stage and a liquor licence I'm eating from a smaller pie, but it's bigger slices Big shoes to fill, one day I'ma fit the sizes I'ma 6 foot high motherfucker 25 this summer, something like my prime Something like my stride with my rhymes Give a fuck what the next man talk about mine, get it right mate They ain't a challenge, they cannon fodder Take beats don't rattle your teeth, they knock enamel off em Rock my Obese 2 finger ring like a badge of honour Illy Al, burn city, what, we back up on it