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@rap101 - kanye west - we don't care lyrics

oh yeah, i’ve got the perfect song for the kids to sing
and all my people that’s

[hook]
drug dealing just to get by
stack ya’ money til’ it get sky high
(kids, sing! kids, sing!)
we wasn’t supposed to make it past 25
joke’s on you, we still alive
throw your hands up in the sky and yell:
“we don’t care what people say”

[verse 1]
if this is your first time hearing this
you are about to experience something so cold, man
we never had nothing handed
took nothing for granted
took nothing from no man
man, i’m my own man
but as a shorty i looked up to the dopeman
only adult man i knew that wasn’t broke, man
fl!cking starter coats, man
man, you don’t know, man
we don’t care what people say
this is for my n-ggas outside all winter
cause this summer they ain’t finna
say: “next summer i’m finna”
sitting in the hood like community colleges
this dope money here is lil’ trey’s scholarship
cause ain’t no tuition for having no ambition
and ain’t no loans for sitting your -ss at home
so we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job
you gotta do something man, your -ss is grown

[hook]

[verse 2]
the second verse is for my dogs working 9 to 5
that still hustle cause a n-gga can’t shine off $6.55
and everybody selling makeup, jacob’s
and bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up
we put sh-t on layaway, then come back
we claim other people kids on our income tax
we take that money, cop work, then push packs to get paid
and we don’t care what people say
momma say she wanna move south
scratching lottery tickets, eyes on a new house
around the same time, doe ran up in dude house
couldn’t get a job, so since he couldn’t get work
he figured he’d take work
the drug game bulimic, it’s hard to get weight
a n-gga’s money is h0m-, it’s hard to get straight
but we gon’ keep baking til the day we get cake
and “we don’t care what people say”

[hook]

[verse 3]
you know the kids gonna act a fool
when you stop the programs for after-school
and they dcfs, some of em dyslexic
they favorite 50-cent song “12 questions”
we scream: “rocks, blow, weed, park”
see: now we smart
we ain’t r-t-rds, the way teachers thought
hold up, hold fast. we make more cash
now tell my momma i belong in that slow cl-ss
bad enough we on welfare
they trying to put me on the school bus with the sp-ce for the wheelchair
i’m trying to get the car with the chromie wheels here
they trying to cut our lights out like we don’t live here
look what was handed us, fathers abandoned us
when we get them hammers, go on, call the ambulance
sometimes i feel no one in this world understands us
but “we don’t care what people say”

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