Middle Fingaz

Lyrics

[Intro] P, what up! Read Two [Verse 1] I don't care who you are Who your mans and em Your house, cars and your clothes and your fancy rims Your watch, your ring, your chain or the funds you stack How many thugs got your back or the guns you clap Don't care about your contract or who singed with Who the group or the clique or the crew that you rhyme with Who the producer you got studio time with Who the yes-man who told that you rhyme sick I don't care about the bricks or the birds that you flip And I don't care about the chicks or the birds you hit Or if you served a bid, did time and got a jail record And use it as a part of your image to sell records I don't care about your braids or your [?] Or the tats on your arm or the plagues on your wall Or the checks of thе songs or the bars you spit How sick your knuckle game is or how hard you hit Bеcause [Chorus] I don't really give a damn about those who Don't give a damn about me 'Cause I give it to y'all raw Business, I hold mine, I suggest you mind yours I don't really give a damn about those who Don't give a damn about me 'Cause I'm keepin' it authentic I got to go, nigga, middle fingers to all critics [Verse 2] I don't care where you from Where you're going, where you been at Your manager, your dj, the club that you spin at The fact that you blame everything on the white man Your friend that can't rap, your major hype man How many mixtapes you drop on the wake How nice you freestyle off the top of the head How many battles you won How many cyphers you spit in How many punchlines and metaphors you can fit in You're arrogant, fronting like you're humble to death All the empty threads that you mumble under your breath See, I don't care what you rep or how deep you roll in the streets Or how many of your teeth is gold Or how much weed you smoke or your drinks you down Or if you come around just 'cause of my links to Brown Or my links to O or links to Word What you heard around town What you know, what you think is good [Chorus] I don't really give a damn about those who Don't give a damn about me 'Cause I give it to y'all raw Business, I hold mine, I suggest you mind yours I don't really give a damn about those who Don't give a damn about me 'Cause I'm keepin' it authentic I got to go, nigga, middle fingers to all critics [Verse 3] I don't care what you think about the songs I make My opinion is biased, whole catalogue is great This has been a misfire inspired by all that I hate The respect it deserves, no matter how that it takes I'ma get it, I don't care if you think I'm a gimmick Or you thinkin' that I'm timid Cause I won't respond to the critics It's their job and they did it I don't have a problem admitting I'm not the best But considered one of the artist that's spitting the most honest And giving a hundred percent to this music [?] rapping and flapping their lips for amusement This is a musical sound and the clap that rips stages That's played by the down under cat called M-Phazes I've been patient It's been forever and a day since Started on this journey and moved from learning the basics From the world of the fakeness and I'm finally here So the moral of the story is I don't care