Kyle Bent

Kyle Bent - I Don't Care lyrics

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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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