Idc - Remix

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

You should probably watch the way that you speak to me now
If you wanna walk away with all your teeth in your mouth
There's a decent amount of people out beefin' for clout
Hip-hop ain't dead, it just fell asleep on the couch
These rappers rock designers they can't even pronounce
Showin' out on social media, they tweetin' it out
Postin' about all the money that they keep in accounts
You might as well just give these goons the keys to your house
These pricks will tell you they rich when their whip's a rental
They're quick to sell you a script full of bricks and metal
Like building supplies, but they don't ever list credentials
They're spittin' these lies over the same instrumentals
What the fuck I look like tryin' to lease a beat?
Better get some exclusives to compete with me
Your new shit sounds like a scene from Glee
You don't get a seat at the table just to eat for free, mothafucka

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)