Don't Nobody Care About Us - Phat Kat

Don’t nobody care about us, all they do is doubt us

Til we blow the spot then they all wanna crowd us

I bet you wouldn’t see a million MC’s if it was all about skills

Puffing on blunts sucker sporting Tommy Hill

Figured that that stuff would be so fat

Like the rhymes I bust, and you didn’t hear me cuss

Not yet, but it’s about to get live in this bitch

You ho niggas done blew my high, now I’m in your shit

Making hits while you other suckers be riding the dick

Bringing drama to your clique, like Susan Lucci

Your style played out like MC Brains and Oochie Coochie

That shit died out, you couldn’t keep up with the times

You got to move over, these real niggas 'bout to shine

Like my diamonds on your punk ass in the sun

I bust flows to keep you hoes on the run

Detroit, Phat Kat, straight from the Midwest, never fess

Shit stay fresh like money blessed

No second guessing, the wrong nigga to be testing

Fuck around Swanson’ll be your place to rest in

I’m that guy who made you suckers wanna rap

I’m that nigga who put Detroit on the map

Been on hiatus, come back and get props like the greatest

Rocking the latest, that’s why you phoney niggas hate us

Hearing you hoes got my right hand itching

I’ve been ripping flows way before the days of the Rhythm Kitchen

Phat Kat, born and raised in this bitch

Niggas claiming my city don’t even stay in this bitch

All in they raps, busting caps, selling dope

You and five of your crew, y’all still couldn’t ante off of C-notes

Broke niggas kill me while real niggas feel me

You saw me sticking your ho you still couldn’t peel me

Ayo I see we got a

Up to me we got too many niggas faking

Lying on their digs and all the moves that they making

Chance they taking, trying to roam through my zones

From Twist City, the place where Phat Kat calls home

Where niggas talk twenty four hours on Bernie Mac phones

Catch me at a show, a spot’s guaranteed to get blown

Know niggas with hearts so cold they froze like snow cones in the winter

You’s a beginner, trying to test this vet (nigga)

So when you see me on the streets talk to me quick

Because you never know what the fuck you might get

So dig it, sugar sugar and um, sort of soft

If you didn’t get off it ain’t my fault

Remember that, Phat Kat coming with nothing but the vintage

1st Down tear a line out your crew, let’s have a scrimmage

While you portraying images you seen on TV

That shit is gay I told you niggas that Detroit don’t play

(Been in this game for years, it made me a animal)