Don't Really Care Lyrics

I don't really care about you

I don't really care about stuff that you do

All the little Bars I spit they sound crazy

But it ain't Lesta see Lesta do yeah

Cause I got one life to live

So I flow with the fire like a candle wick

And when the booth gets hot I can handle it

When I jump on a beat I dismantle it

I know that you care about me

I know you keep tabs on the things that you see

All the little bars they spit they sound lazy

But they think it's blazing when they jump on a beat

And I dance in the yard and blast the tunes in my car

When I flow like this I'm bound to go far

Flow like this blows up just like bombs

Flow like this blows up just like bombs

Welcome me Hello My names Lesta

Blasting me the flow it infects you

First to lead and that's facts

And I went quiet for a while but back to stack tracks

West Brom blood is in me got a couple kids and Wifey with me Yo

Even Through the stress I role calm

Do it for my names in the ink on my arm

When it comes to the Riddim yeah I'm heavily Armed

And I'm Growing my style like a Veggie Farm

Blasting that vile real loud in the car

Compiled a hard mind with the wisest thoughts

When I rhyme it shine and when I shine its sure

Coming in due time why I'm rhyming for

Been doing it for years yeah I'm grinding fool

So when I rhyme on the track I'm giving it my all

I don't really care about you

I don't really care about stuff that you do

All the little Bars I spit they sound crazy

But it ain't Lesta see Lesta do yeah

Cause I got one life to live

So I flow with the fire like a candle wick

And when the booth gets hot I can handle it

When I jump on a beat I dismantle it

I know that you care about me

I know you keep tabs on the things that you see

All the little bars they spit they sound lazy

But they think it's blazing when they jump on a beat

And I dance in the yard and blast the tunes in my car

When I flow like this I'm bound to go far

Flow like this blows up just like bombs

Flow like this blows up just like bombs

When I'm in the booth I only state the truth

I ain't bringing the porkies like a sandwich booth

I spit the mad rhymes bring the flavor dude

Every now and then smoke on the flavor dude

I told you in the whip I blast my favorite tunes

And I'm lost in the music not a stranger too

And my plan won't fail like papers due

When I think of the bars I don't get confused

See fam I write way before the deadline

Cause I'm sick of this stress and living on the breadline

Give me a couple months and I'll have the headlines

Cause tomorrow ain't promised I'm a man on dead time

But still I be chilling got to wait for that

However time moves quick cant wait for that

Till the next time you hear me keep your ears tapped

That boy from the Brom just murdered that Yeah