Idgaf
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
Razor sharp lyrics cut with my claws
Straight from Bolivia I got to keep it raw
This sabotage
I move in camouflage
I don't need no entourage
Feel my barrage
Got weapons of war in my garage
Damn I feel charged
Battery pack spit battery acid
Like Tommy you get whacked
On the day you get made
Your fucking ass got played
Fucking with a boss now look where lay
And some might just say "He did his best"
But now the little bitch is rotten flesh muthafucka
Yeah Yeah
I ain't done tho
I ain't done tho
Bitches use to call me dumbo
Now I cook up music like a gumbo
What the fuck you know about gumbo
You ain't from the south bro
I cook with my soul tho
My music is flavourful don't you fucking think so
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
They say I shouldn't rap
I couldn't hear that
It's like a spear to the back
Man you ain't all that
As a matter of fact
Your matter falls apart
When you feel my impact
Stealth attack
My skills you just can't match
Now I got you crying you wanted to live
Now you wish you were dying
You shouldn't fuck with a giant
I'm the one that's defiant
Couldn't find an emcee
So I became my own client
Had the skills I just had to find it
A lot of you muthafuckas be acting lazy
Dipping your fries in someone else's gravy
You lack ambition
Low on ammunition
I make a beat a day I'm a funky technician
It's the real life boogie man
No superstition
Cut samples up
Fuck my competition
I'm electrifying like a Tesla exhibition
Put a muzzle on your mouth
I don't want to hear your bitching bitch
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
Razor sharp lyrics cut with my claws
Straight from Bolivia I got to keep it raw
This sabotage
I move in camouflage
I don't need no entourage
Feel my barrage
Got weapons of war in my garage
Damn I feel charged
Battery pack spit battery acid
Like Tommy you get whacked
On the day you get made
Your fucking ass got played
Fucking with a boss now look where lay
And some might just say "He did his best"
But now the little bitch is rotten flesh muthafucka
Yeah Yeah
I ain't done tho
I ain't done tho
Bitches use to call me dumbo
Now I cook up music like a gumbo
What the fuck you know about gumbo
You ain't from the south bro
I cook with my soul tho
My music is flavourful don't you fucking think so
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
They say I shouldn't rap
I couldn't hear that
It's like a spear to the back
Man you ain't all that
As a matter of fact
Your matter falls apart
When you feel my impact
Stealth attack
My skills you just can't match
Now I got you crying you wanted to live
Now you wish you were dying
You shouldn't fuck with a giant
I'm the one that's defiant
Couldn't find an emcee
So I became my own client
Had the skills I just had to find it
A lot of you muthafuckas be acting lazy
Dipping your fries in someone else's gravy
You lack ambition
Low on ammunition
I make a beat a day I'm a funky technician
It's the real life boogie man
No superstition
Cut samples up
Fuck my competition
I'm electrifying like a Tesla exhibition
Put a muzzle on your mouth
I don't want to hear your bitching bitch
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
My mind be spinning
My smile be grinning
I don't give a fuck about a style
I'll be winning
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
I don't give about you
Credits
Writer(s): Ricardo Cabral
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