I Don't

[Hook x2] I don't care about the money I make And I don't care if people call me a fake I don't care about the lies that you spray Or at the vague attempts of crap that you say I don't wanna be famous at the end of the day [Verse 1] People think cos I rap that I think I'm eminem Start making sense, so I don't need to explain to them again Marshall ain't the only cunt that's ever held a pen Then again, your brains tied down, it's involved in S&M I can't rap cos I'm scottish, you should think twice If geography's deciding who can rap, that's a shit life I can spit fire, just as hot as anyone And if you disagree with that fact, then you're heavy dumb Not once have I ever claimed I'm gony make it big A carry on writing bars, even though am takin stick Other people writing garbage that they're making up I'm small but a make a big impact like a paper cut I like to write about my life and how I live it But Unlike you at least I've got a life a can exhibit Don't ever say I'm shit, I'm not the one making pop If writing lyrics isny that hard, why don't you take a shot? [Hook x2] [Verse 2] Am always judged cos eh music that a like to make Think I'm gony talk about bitches, because they're pushing fakes You mean to tell me now that, that is really all it takes To make a few quid, your business is fucking easy mate That's why I'd rather write lyrics and try and keep it real Instead of trying to suck satan's dick so you can cut a deal I only really wanty make music, that I can really feel You only make music, so you can get a fucking meal That's the difference, I'm me, you're a fake fuck Who claims to take drugs, make love, fucking 8 sluts Now wit? you've got lies, but you ain't got a life You're fabricated, like an over hyped Jerry Springer fight So tell me, are you proud of what you accomplished? You smoke a whole shit ton of weed, but you're malnourished And I'll flourish, you'll be nothing in a couple years And I'll be steady climbing the ladder, reaching new tiers [Hook x2] [Verse 3] You can't remaster a classic and make it happen When you're changing all the time, it's fantastic, you cany mask it But, old school is always on top, whether you like it or not It's classic, it'll always out-do modern pop Lyrical talent is always a force to reckon wae, I'm wrecking yae Why don't you try jump on the mic and step to me You cany mate, so diny front, you're nothing but a useless cunt Kissing other artists arse, so you can find a fist to pump I touched a rapper, i'm a rapper now, that's how it works I never need to write a verse, record a song, no put in work I can sit back, glance at all the other cunts Who slave away for hours a day don't make a buck, not even one And I can take credit for being talented Write a verse, not master it, spit shit for all the cameras All ma cool friends are gony say that am just marvellous Then I can form a crew and claim nobody can handle us! Nope, that's now how it works, take some notes You work a fucking week per day until you form a fucking flow Then you can brag, but just a little bit Cos honestly, chances are the bars you write, are just as shit Feel free to comeback, but be in beast mode But study all ma lyrics and make sure that you can read slow You can backchat, watch me quickly get rid eh ya You're owned by corporations like the chemicals in syria