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letra de who cares what you think? - tre the scumbag

[verse 1: rensay]
it’s pretty hard to react to art
so just sit back till the master starts
at 29 when all the action starts
when i speak about from my nasty heart
and i’m crashing hard on the ground below
listen to the lyrics with the sound and flow
yo, guys look out below!
i got words on my mind, i’m about to go
i’m a rapping pig with one arm and some switched shoes
loaded with issues and ill beats to spit to
ain’t trying to diss you
i just knew when ren do, you’re gonna need more than a four ply tissue
there’s a lot on my mind, and most of it is the things you say on a daily basis
you’re scared to face it, i’m here to make it
so crawl in a pipe like a game on some 8-bit
let me help you understand that i truly am such a music giant
got the super science, i’m the truth to rhyming
been in youth for life and i’m new to life
in bluest skies all my suicide tunes are the coolest hype and i’m cool as ice
i’m the greatest person to ever be crossed since jesus christ was crucified
i can’t deal with the negative energy
vibe that you’re sending
but i am a legend
keep trying to end my desire acquire some knowledge
sit back while i spit some fire
my pen covers paper with g*nius ink
my pen covers people with p-n-s ink
so when i get over my suffering
just know i don’t care about what you think

[verse 2: azer]
who cares what you think? ’cause i don’t give a f-ck
opinions are pointless and all of yours suck (uh)
you’re losin’ control ’cause they told you to listen to russ
overhyped sh-t, he ain’t better than us (nope)
you make your beats, record the song, then you mix and master
you did a song a week, we did an album a day
so we do what you do, but better and faster (yes we do)
’cause i can rap and i sing, i produce and i scream
f-ck you and your crew, azer slays comes through (what?)
and you’re through, what’s new?
you talk sh-t about the music i’m making
but you ain’t sh-t like you got a constipation
everything you’re jamming is brainless (yup)
these rappers come up a-list
’cause you stupid f-cking kids are making them famous (yo)
worthless music with trash lyrics
you’re a f-cking idiot, so is anyone who hears it (uh)
when i spit my verse you’d be wise to fear it
make your hair stand up like you’re talking to spirits (yup)
you fake f-cking rappers ain’t deep as sh-t
your lyrics are lies and i’m sick of it (yup)
i’m here to dethrone and take back rap
put the gat to your dome and say “talk back!”
f-ck sh-t, and it won’t last (nope)
azer slays, high cl-ss (yeah!)
your girl tongue kissing on my mask
signed azer slays on a tight -ss (whoo!)
selling platinum ’cause you’re riding waves
everything you release f-ckin’ sounds the same
lil pump, lil uzi, lil this, lil that
you’re a bunch of b-tches, say something back!

[verse 3: dejay lesean]
who cares what you think? i’m tired of the hate that’s been thrown my way
i’m tired of the shade that i hear today
i’m tired of the fact that n0body considers all my music to be great
it’s just one song, stop all the hate and wait
let me prove you wrong, or i proved you wrong
all i need is a song, i can it tomorrow with no problem
or i can do it right now on tre’s album
we can all prove you wrong and go platinum
with another song like this it’s bound to happen
when you finally respect the way that we be rapping
’cause all this hate and shade is so wack
we’re doing this all for you, it’s our p-ssion
we’re not gonna give it up, no matter what
it’s what we love, it’s called p-ssion
so despite everything you say, it don’t matter
we’re gonna bump our own way, it’s gonna happen
and you know that we won’t change, it don’t match up
we’re gonna rap the same way, in a pattern
we’re gonna stay in our own lane
and you won’t say a d-mn thing
you can go and throw all your hate and shade
’cause we don’t really care what you think

[verse 4: tre the sc-mbag]
sc-mbo with the tasty flow
you know, i don’t really care if you hate me, no
i’m not greatly known, i’m amazing though
not even 18, so i’m a baby goat
and maybe so, i’m just a crazy bloke
think you could take me, yo? quit making jokes
i’ll make a whack rapper drop like the b-ss
it goes boom, boom, boom, and away we go
look at the losers taking over the music
what a spit is pretty, my two lips is tulips
i’m lucid, too sick for you kids
now kiss my boots and respect my two cents
you’re out of line if you rap at me
all it takes is intellect to k!ll a whack emcee
you fools lookin’ like you’re shook or something
why don’t you punks read a book or something?
i always did prefer b-ss to sports
writing rhymes so nasty your face contorts
fools looking at me, what you hate me for?
you’re acting like you’ve never been slayed before
i used to feel worthless
i don’t know why, what i make is perfect
your opinion means nothing in my book
speak ill you mess around and get your life took
if you’re asking me if i’m a guy that you should never disrespect
that is correct, you have no place in my introspect
all i think about is rhymes so sharp they’ll slit your neck
it’s tre tristan coming up out of your earbuds with some intellect
i’ve given a listen to all of the rappers
that think that they’re better than me and my homies
been spitting and banging since i was a fetus
if we were to leave you would see that you need us
my flow is impeccable, truly a beauty
you couldn’t do better even if you knew me
don’t give me no looks, yo, i know what i’m doing
and if you don’t like what i do you can sue me

- tre the scumbag

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