I Don’t Give A Shit

[Verse 1]
You think I give a shit?
I was broke in the same fit
Four days, same hoodie, same kicks
Now I’m tryna buy back every brick
I remember canned soup, thin fridge
Now my phone talk numbers, big bids
You were laughin’ when I scribbled in a notebook
Now I sign my own checks, took my own hooks
I was quiet in the back row, laughed at
Now the class clown ask where the bag at
You was tryna throw shade on my name
I was tryna turn pain into flame
[Chorus]
You think I give a shit? (nah)
I been through deeper pits
Paid dues, bled for this
You can’t tell me zip
You think I give a shit?
Talk big, but you never did
Same mouth, but your heart ain’t in
I’m locked in, I was built to win
[Verse 2]
I don’t argue on screens, that’s cheap
I got family that still can’t sleep
Bills stacked like grief on the counter
So I hustle, I don’t tweet about it louder
You was busy tryna chase every trend
I was busy tryna make this end
Of the cycle that kept my mom stressed
Now I’m focused, no time for the rest
If you hate, that’s proof that I’m up now
If you love, that’s cool, keep it real, don’t bow
Either way, I’m the one in the mix
Only thing I really care ’bout is this
[Chorus]
You think I give a shit? (yeah)
I been through deeper pits
Paid dues, bled for this
You can’t tell me zip
You think I give a shit?
Talk big, but you never did
Same mouth, but your heart ain’t in
I’m locked in, I was built to win

rap, Hard-trap hip hop beat, 140 BPM, male vocals. Sparse, menacing piano loop over sub-heavy drums and crisp hats. Verses tight and aggressive, punchline-driven with pockets of silence for impact. Hook explodes with stacked gang vocals and a rising synth line. Final chorus rides a low-pass filter then slams back in for the last bar., hip hop