Lyrics Give a What - Pete Da Sav

I don′t give a what, y'all I′m trying to make things happen
Sitting up in traffic listen to some beats rapping
A lot on my mind you can hear it in my rhymes
Just like everybody paper chasing through these times
Pressure to pay bills be responsible and come up
Step in the way of the progress huh, you done fucked up
I'll pull up on you when it's least expected with no cameras
Finish him Mortal Kombat now you with your Great-Grand Momma′s
I′m a beast they call me savage, surprised you never heard of me
Known for giving cuts and stitches, intensive surgery
They say it's critical he be lucky if he making it
Everybody worried but me yeah two tears in a bucket
The Reaper showed up said, "the game is over"
Got so much skills with luck I′ll pull a four-leaf clover
Smiling 'cause I′m doing me don't leave room for mistakes
Eat the game with a steak knife I can tell if you a fake, right

Don′t mistake me for the thirsty
No dehydration my game's soaked like a jersey
Confidence superb, mic presence always sturdy
I'm ready like Freddy, five nights of turkey
Like I don′t give a what, yeah I gotta eat
Hustle for the family, they say "Yeah I feel you Pete"
Changing with the times no excuses just get it
Docking dodging envy coming with hit after hit you get it

The only certain thing is flux and getting more bucks
Better duck duck goose if I miss then it′s your luck
Take your ass home prey hope to never see me again
Most likely I'll be locked in like the chain gang
Motha-fucka I full court press, apply pressure
Take full measures defend mine with pleasure
Catch you slipping like pull slides
No more Mr. Nice Guy, I hoo-ride
Rather show love so don′t take me to my dark side
Suckas bite off more than they can chew, it's suicide
No more talking it out shot first ask questions later
That′s how they do it now days I call that a hater
No shit Sherlock I rattle it home
Change your point a few take you out of your zone
Show you bought that life where you shine like chrome
Got that Sour on deck in the Bay is where I roam

Don't mistake me for the thirsty
No dehydration my game′s soaked like a jersey
Confidence superb, mic presence always sturdy
I'm ready like Freddy, five nights of turkey
Like I don't give a what, yeah I gotta eat
Hustle for the family, they say "Yeah I feel you Pete"
Changing with the times, no excuses just get it
Docking dodging envy, coming with hit after hit you get it