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kenn starr - middle fingaz lyrics

[intro]
p, what up!
read
two

[verse 1]
i don’t care who you are
who your mans and em
your house, cars and your clothes and your fancy rims
your watch, your ring, your chain or the funds you stack
how many thugs got your back or the guns you clap
don’t care about your contract or who singed with
who the group or the clique or the crew that you rhyme with
who the producer you got studio time with
who the yes+man who told that you rhyme sick
i don’t care about the bricks or the birds that you flip
and i don’t care about the chicks or the birds you hit
or if you served a bid, did time and got a jail record
and use it as a part of your image to sell records
i don’t care about your braids or your [?]
or the tats on your arm or the plagues on your wall
or the checks of thе songs or the bars you spit
how sick your knuckle game is or how hard you hit
bеcause
[chorus]
i don’t really give a d+mn about those who
don’t give a d+mn about me
’cause i give it to y’all raw
business, i hold mine, i suggest you mind yours

i don’t really give a d+mn about those who
don’t give a d+mn about me
’cause i’m keepin’ it authentic
i got to go, n+gga, middle fingers to all critics

[verse 2]
i don’t care where you from
where you’re going, where you been at
your manager, your dj, the club that you spin at
the fact that you blame everything on the white man
your friend that can’t rap, your major hype man
how many mixtapes you drop on the wake
how nice you freestyle off the top of the head
how many battles you won
how many cyphers you spit in
how many punchlines and metaphors you can fit in
you’re arrogant, fronting like you’re humble to death
all the empty threads that you mumble under your breath
see, i don’t care what you rep or how deep you roll in the streets
or how many of your t++th is gold
or how much weed you smoke or your drinks you down
or if you come around just ’cause of my links to brown
or my links to o or links to word
what you heard around town
what you know, what you thinks is good
[chorus]
i don’t really give a d+mn about those who
don’t give a d+mn about me
’cause i give it to y’all raw
business, i hold mine, i suggest you mind yours

i don’t really give a d+mn about those who
don’t give a d+mn about me
’cause i’m keepin’ it authentic
i got to go, n+gga, middle fingers to all critics

[verse 3]
i don’t care what you think about the songs i make
my opinion is biased, whole catalogue is great
this has been a misfire inspired by all that i hate
the respect it deserves, no matter how that it takes
i’ma get it, i don’t care if you think i’m a gimmick
or you thinkin’ that i’m timid
cause i won’t respond to the critics
it’s their job and they did it
i don’t have a problem admitting i’m not the best
but considered one of the artist that’s spitting the most honest
and giving a hundred percent to this music
[?] rapping and flapping their lips for amus+m+nt
this is a musical sound and the clap that rips stages
that’s played by the down under cat called m+phazes
i’ve been patient
it’s been forever and a day since
started on this journey and moved from learning the basics
from the world of the fakeness and i’m finally here
so the moral of the story is
i don’t care

- kenn starr lyrics

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