I Don't Care - Vast Aire, Cappadonna

I came up on the Eliss blocks, like all I find I keep, from your head to Your socks

This is New York city, you can knock 5 buildings down and we show no pity

Life is shitty, corners is greedy and you mad cause you’re caught in the

Cheese line committee

I’d rather be smoking corn and I gotta get mad off for starting barns

Word is spawn, don’t make me have to get to I know dudes that will go the

Yard

Break the law, talk shit and then break your jaw

You ain’t never seen this kind before

I’m a hustler, you’re a dinosaur, give me an inch and I’m gonna take more

I want it all, from the ground to the ocean floor

I don’t care, but to think of me Broklyn, Queens

I don’t care, I don’t care, but to think of me South side, I don’t care

Yo, it’s the oj from the to fuck around with my guns in New York niggaare hop

On and off train

Live a hard not lifestyle, fuck the

Cause my law got me covered in both ways

I beat down to Franklyn, I hang in the hallways

Real hip hop for life, just guns and ball play

Niggaare I don’t care no more, my suns is going

If the car walk laid back ocean spray

Gun and talk ratchet, do back flips, pure blackness

He survived every day, eating shit like catfish, fucked every ass now

Ask me if I give a damn, I’ll pop you in the head like him

I’m hitting a homerun on your field of dreams

None of you lames could strike out my team

I’m a Bronx former like Babe Ruth

When he used to point his finger I like a marine sniper

And I’m quick eye out like Cooper

It’s sort of like looking for gold,

And I won’t hesitate to put you in a sleeper hold

Watch his head shrink, this whole world is about to end

Who cares what he thinks?

The target is don’t let me see

He’s acting funny

I never get caught, I never take shorts, I’m here, gone a piano

Pappy, wardrobe king, Wu Tang Clan

I don’t care, I don’t care what you think of me

I don’t care, what you think of me

I don’t care.