I Don't Care

I do this just to make music
Heard your new verse and wonder why you spit
Same flow, ridin the same Lane
All lames gettin gamed for a minute of fame (now)
That's why these rappers can't stand me
Pull up to the club in that 02 Camry (haha)
They Let me in with no interference
While you in line with a model you paid for an appearance
And your Chains, rented, maybach rented
And the label had to pay up cuz u brought it back dented (yikes)
Threw you an advance but you went ahead and spent it
Now u swimming in the debt of a menace that they invented
And it's all for the Dough but somehow you broke
Funds drownin slow your whole sounds a joke
And the worst part about is u gotta little talent
But u blinded by an image and you couldn't find a balance

They all play the game for the money and the fame
But really man I don't care
Give it to you plain when I'm doing my thing
Wanna see ya hands up in the air
I don't need no game you can keep the fame
Cuz really man I don't care
Who's fame who realer who's lame who's iller
Step back ain't none of y'all killas

(They like) ay u could have a smash with this!!
But every bit of praise got an asterisk like
This cool but the flows kinda wack
The drums ain't trap you should do a drill track

And ya verse got too many words to sing along
You rhyme to fast and you sound kinda strong
You could sing a lil more a melody wouldn't hurt
Matter of fact I just saw my favorite rapper in a skirt

Now instead of recognizing the trap
You just blind to the facts and in line at the gap
For that new Yeezy coat u broke couldn't cop it
But took a pic in it with the hashtag Toxic

Same flow but somehow you broke
Funds drownin slow your whole sounds a joke
And the worst part about is u think you nice
Got caught up in the hype now u payin the price
They all play the game for the money and the fame
But really man I don't care
Give it to you plain when I'm doing my thing
Wanna see ya hands up in the air
I don't need no game you can keep the fame
Cuz really man I don't care
Who's fame who realer who's lame who's iller
Step back ain't none of y'all killas

Never really understood the concept of fame
The whole charade just seems to me to be pretty lame
All these lights and attention
Gifting you with condescention
An all-round waste of energy
Leaving you surprisingly empty
I don't care, I don't care
Baby, I don't care, I don't care
* Scat *
I don't know what it does for you
I just wanna get a message through
I'd soar if I got a smile or two
They all play the game for the money and the fame
But really man I don't care
Give it to you plain when I'm doing my thing
Wanna see ya hands up in the air
I don't need no game you can keep the fame
Cuz really man I don't care
Who's fame who realer who's lame who's iller
Step back ain't none of y'all killas