I Don’t Care Tom MacDonald

[Verse 1]
Honestly, I'm sick to death of hearing the complaints
Everybody wants to tell me how I've changed
I think somehow I'm responsible for bodies fillin' graves
If I made the songs they wanted, were they fans I could've saved? Man, that's a lot of weight
Wait, I thought it would be great to entertain
And now I understand why mumble rappers say the things they say
They don't want any obligation to the fanbase they create
I guess my morals won't allow me to be famous if it's fake
I barely made it, I was livin' in the ghetto, always prayin'
My potential wouldn't go to waste before I could escape it
I just had a mental breakdown, rent was due, I couldn't pay it
Killin' roaches, scrapin' guts off all the plates and bein' patient, ayy
Livin' in the hood could've got me killed
Kitchen full of rats, stomach never filled
They cut off the lights, couldn't pay the bills
I was always sick, couldn't buy the pills
Girlfriend almost left me
We were broke and we were desperate
Right before it got too heavy
I went viral off a record, ayy
Never signed a deal, I did it on my own
I made all the beats, I write every song
They did not believe I'd knew it all along
Told me I was weak I showed 'em I was strong
Never should've bet against me
Thought my anxiety was gonna wreck me
Thought my depression would get in my head for a second and leave
But it never left me