Lyrics We Don't Care - Illy

Picture me lose a wink of sleep//
Over some forum user saying what they think of me//
Literally away at least twice a week playing//
The crowd noise counter every fucking word they′re saying//
Long may it live, my long range is sick//
Kick in the door with a footlong spliff//
If its true what they say, loose lips sink ships//
Motherfuckers whole fleets must sleep with the fishes//
Talk too motherfucking much (just like bitches)//
Cant accept this aint just about pictures//
Now i aint got the time to give ya's//
So ima keep doing me, bring the old ways with them//
I love fanning flames, fuck what the risk is//
Their trying to maintain, trying to think big//
Im trying to do big, when my shit hits//
Have you only fast forwarding when the disc skips//
For all the love, the hate comes with em//
One prop gained′s still one less given//
Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing//
Bring it in, now that you're listening//
We don't care, get it right motherfucker//
We don′t care, step to the side motherfucker//
We don′t care, and you aint keeping us up//
And all my people they aint giving a fuck, so go on, we don't care//
And its a crossed heart promise//
My flow will keep getting colder till there′s shards of it//
If life's a bitch and all that, ima take my one chance to fuck the ass off her//
Never call her back, hit my casket proper//
Soon as i rock the stage, get your mind blown by it//
Soon as im off the stage, get your iphone primed//
This my life, its how iv come so high//
Blow a goddamn blizzard up in hell before this son don′t shine//
And fuck game, ima fucking owner of mine//
Aint no better broads at your shows than at mine//
And i still don't need this to get me over the line//
I fuck models man, and they don′t even know that i rhyme//
I cross borders, right now im like a couple horizons away//
With girls who know all the words, but don't get what they//
And i could give a flying fuck about pay/
Life's a beach mate, couldn′t even tell you the day//
For all the love, the hate comes with em//
One prop gained′s still one less given//
Tired of the politics, tired of the dissing//
Bring it in, now that you're listening//
We don′t care, get it right motherfucker//
We don't care, step to the side motherfucker//
We don′t care, and you aint keeping us up//
And all my people they aint giving a fuck, so go on, we don't care//
I heard word about town that we out//
Like the house aussie hiphop built couldn′t stand a little drought//
Like somehow, the shit had changed round//
Couch critics call the shots now? hold it, stop now//
You're fucking kidding right? y'all turn a blip into a crisis//
We good, all i needs a stage and a liquor licence//
Im eating from a smaller pie, but its bigger slices//
Big shoes to fill, one day ima fit the sizes//
Ima 6 foot high motherfucker//
25 this summer, something like my prime//
Something like my stride with my rhymes//
Give a fuck what the next man talk about mine, get it right mate//
They aint a challenge, they cannon fodder//
Take beats don′t rattle your teeth, they knock enamel off em//
Rock my obese 2 finger ring like a badge of honour//
Illy al, burn city, what, we back up on it