Kyle Bent - I Don't Care lyrics

Chorus: we took our on road

Though they told us no

Forget what you told us

I don't care what you think about it

Now we boutta blow and

Everybody knows man

Killing all of these shows and

(I don't care what you think about it) 8x

Verse 1: aint nobody gon' make your bed

You gotta create your own fate instead

Now they all want a piece of the cake you bake

But don't congratulate when you break that leg

They would rather hate for the days you spent

With the name Kyle Bent

Tryna gain this cred

For the game that you said you would die for

Whether alive or dead

They wont pay their respect

And I aim for the best

This is russian roulette

One chance that you get

Try not to ruin it

On a quest to change the average every day lives

No tres, you will never pass my drive

Test I then die

Have your hands on your chest like you got a tyrannosaurus rex inside

Wack rap guys tryna change a rap style

But they trash and I think a rap class is what they need

You would need to be in the passenger seat, with my feet on gas going fast

Just to keep you up with speed

Either take the lead or you finna take defeat

Been chasing this lead before I even hit my teens

You would never believe all the things I achieved through years of deciet

And I'm still hear to breathe

Imma need a receipt

For the peers I received

Not the ones with the seeds that you tear out of trees

But the ones with the teeth and the hair and the needs that are scared to

Be free

That's some fear I don't need

Tryna stab me in the back I don't care I don't bleed

We don't own no feelings throw your tears in the sea

When you come across me, be prepared for the best

I appear Godly when compared to the rest

They don't care bout me

I don't care if they vexed

They don't comprehend me like sumerian text


Chorus: we took our on road

Though they told us no

Forget what you told us

I don't care what you think about it

Now we boutta blow and

Everybody knows man

Killing all of these shows and

(I don't care what you think about it) 8x


Verse 2: aint nobody gon give you daps

Before you enter that stage and perform that rap

They gon state their opinion whether you dope or wack

How you cope with that

Grinded my whole life been cut deep

But wasn't confronted by no knife nor tough teeth

Now I just be chilling in them trees like monkeys

Done see I ball like bun B

Diamond in the rough

Chilling on something comfy

And I earned this luxury

The fans loving me and that's enough for me

And though the feelings priceless

Aint nothing for free

Lames fronting cause I'm buzzing like bumble bees

It aint nothing man I'm coming for your sovereignty

I bring peace boy, why you tryna war with me?

Talks cheap and I found you at the dollar tree

So honestly I don't really need your commentary

Shorty say that I'm the cure sure come get treated

Fame knocking at my door like it's trick or treating

They sleeping on me, no temperpedic

Temperature of my literature's overheating

No repeating

These rappers recycling lines

Running out of rhymes

Yall aint competing

They bump my music like it's leukemic

I move the crowd with telekinesis

On the road to success, I don't no scenic

She know that I'm next, and I don't she sees it

And she happens to know

When I rap with this flow

Every rapper gets exposed don't show your cleavage

Fathering the game yeah, I conceived it

Got waves on my brain yall lames get sea sick

Yall aint believe it

Now you came and seen it

Chance came my way, can't blame me if I seized it

(Ye)






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