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Don't give a fuck
blest2 Lyrics
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Yo, this C-Note, Rollers tried to jack a nigga up
'Cause a nigga with a pearl rollin' on a Coupe with goldens
Yo, man, what's up? This Rod
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
Motherfuckin' cop just jacked me, 'cause I was drinking beer in Mill Valley
What's up, man?
Aight, man, fuck 'em
I don't give a fuck
They done push me to the limit, I'm all in
I might blow up any minute, did it again
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
While this cops braggin' about the nigga he's jacking
I see no justice
All I see is niggas dying fast
The sound of a gun blast
Then watch the hearse past
Just another day in the life, G
Gotta step lightly 'cause cops tried to snipe me
The catch, they don't wanna stop for a brother man
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
I went to the bank to cash my check
I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope man
The Grammy's and the American music shows, they pimp us like hoes
They got dough but they hate us though
You better keep your mind on the real shit
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
Mama told me they're be days like this
But I'm pissed 'cause it stays like this
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Gimme a break
How much shit can a nigga take?
I ain't goin' nowhere, no how
What you wanna throw down?
Better bring your guns pal
'Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
Fuck balin' hay, I bail and spray with an AK
And even if they shoot me down
There'll be another nigga bigger
From the motherfuckin' underground
So step but you better step quick
'Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
You're watching the makings of a psychopath
The truth didn't last
Before the wrath and aftermath
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who do you figure?
A motherfuckin' 90's nigga
Ready to buck and rip shit up
I had enough (yeah)
And I just don't give a fuck
Niggas, ain't just the blacks
Also a gang of motherfuckers dressed in blue slacks
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?
They say niggas like to do niggas
So me and the cop are just two niggas
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
I end his future and his past with a blast, take his cash
Before bash and bash his head in, dump him at the dead in
And that's just his luck
'Cause a nigga like P
Don't really give a fuck
(Right, that's how you do that shit) (yeah)
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at?
They act like they never seen a mother fucker wearing black
Following a nigga and shit
Ain't this a bitch?
All I wanted was some chips
I wanna take my business else where
But where?
'Cause who in the hell cares
About a black man with a black need
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
His pension, salary and then some
Your daughter is my number one fan
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
So who's the mac? In fact, who's the black jack?
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
While he thinks that he's getting over
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
And count another quick meal
I'm getting paid for my trade but its still real
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
As strong as a fuckin' nine
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
Let's put the gats up and throw your blacks up
But the cops getting dropped by the gunshot
Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
They know we fed up
But we they just don't give a fuck
(Yeah)
They just don't give a fuck
I don't give a fuck either man (Yeah)
I gotta give my fuck offs
Fuck you to the San Francisco police department (fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you)
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department (you're another one)
Fuck you to the F.B.I (you're another one)
Fuck you to the C.I.A (you're another one)
Fuck you to the B-U-S-H (you're another one)
Fuck you to the Ameri-KKK-a (you're another one)
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers (you're another one)
That wanna fuck with me, fuck y'all (you're another one, you're another one, you're another one)
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards (lil tiny tiny tiny)
2pacalypse mother fuckin' now (yeah)
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick (yeah, yeah))
And my uncle Tommy's balls (haha)
Fuck Y'all (yeah)
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
Blest2's song "Don't Give a Fuck" is a powerful commentary on systemic injustices faced by marginalized communities, particularly Black individuals, and how these pressures contribute to a sense of abandonment and anger. The song opens with a series of vignettes that illustrate encounters with law enforcement, where the singers feel targeted and disrespected. The lyrics depict a grim atmosphere where the characters are harassed not only for their actions but for their identity, establishing a backdrop of frustration as they grapple with a society that frequently vilifies them. The use of colloquial language and raw expressions emphasizes the authenticity of their emotions and sets the stage for a deeper exploration of their reality.
As the song progresses, the tone shifts to one of defiance and resilience. The singer reflects on the precarious circumstances that push individuals to their limits, symbolizing a broader narrative of oppression. Lines referring to being in a police vehicle and observing the hollowness of justice serve as powerful reminders of the cycle of violence and discrimination faced by Black communities. The representation of suffering, typified by the haunting sounds of gunshots and the aftermath of violence, reinforces the urgency of their cries for justice. Here, the song highlights the inherent inequalities within the system, suggesting that the police, intended to protect, often embody oppressive forces that exacerbate the ongoing struggles.
Blest2's commentary on the music industry, labels, and the media’s portrayal of Black men further underscores the theme of exploitation. The artist draws parallels between the music industry and a system that profits from Black pain, likening it to a form of enslavement. The recognition that the artist receives respect from the “dope man” rather than societal institutions reinforces the disillusionment felt towards mainstream acceptance. This juxtaposition starkly reveals the conflicting realities that many Black artists experience, where their art is commodified while they simultaneously face systemic marginalization. The lyrics serve as a reminder that while some may climb to success, much of the system is stacked against them, highlighting the complexities of navigating through these spaces.
Ultimately, the ferocity of the chorus encapsulates a broader sentiment of refusal to capitulate to societal pressures. The lyrical expressions of discontent are not just directed at authority figures but also at the societal structures deeply ingrained with racism and oppression. The repetitive calls to action against police and government entities encapsulate a fiery resistance to a system perceived as corrupt and indifferent. By boldly stating “I don’t give a fuck,” Blest2 positions himself within a tradition of protest music that seeks to challenge the status quo. In doing so, he affirms a collective identity rooted in shared experiences and defiance, inviting listeners to acknowledge the raw truth of systemic injustice while igniting a sense of solidarity and empowerment in the face of adversity.
Line by Line Meaning
What's up?
What’s happening in this moment?
Yo, this C-Note, Rollers tried to jack a nigga up
Hey, it's C-Note here; gang members attempted to rob me.
'Cause a nigga with a pearl rollin' on a Coupe with goldens
They targeted me because I was driving a flashy car.
Yo, man, what's up? This Rod
Hey, it’s Rod; checking in on what’s happening.
Motherfucker jacked me up, rollin' 'round bumping
I got harassed and robbed while driving around and playing music loudly.
'Cause music's too loud, you know what I'm sayin'?
They used my loud music as an excuse for their actions.
Yo, this is P-O to the G-O
This is me, representing my identity.
Motherfuckin' cop just jacked me, 'cause I was drinking beer in Mill Valley
I got pulled over by a police officer simply for having a beer.
What's up, man?
What’s currently going on?
Aight, man, fuck 'em
Alright, I’m done with these people and their nonsense.
I don't give a fuck
I am no longer concerned with their opinions or actions.
They done push me to the limit, I'm all in
They’ve put me through so much that I’m fully committed to resist.
I might blow up any minute, did it again
My frustration could explode at any moment; it’s happened before.
And now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon
I find myself apprehended by the police.
While this cops braggin' about the nigga he's jacking
The officer is gloating about arresting me instead of showing concern.
I see no justice
I perceive a complete absence of fairness or justice.
All I see is niggas dying fast
I witness many people, especially in my community, losing their lives rapidly.
The sound of a gun blast
Gun violence is a harsh reality of life here.
Then watch the hearse past
Then I watch a funeral vehicle pass by, a grim reminder of death.
Just another day in the life, G
This is just an ordinary day in my challenging reality.
Gotta step lightly 'cause cops tried to snipe me
I must be cautious because police threaten my safety.
The catch, they don't wanna stop for a brother man
They are unwilling to help or protect men like me.
But then they'll have an accident and pick up another man
However, they will unjustly detain someone else or escalate violence.
I went to the bank to cash my check
I visited the bank to collect my hard-earned money.
I get more respect from the motherfuckin' dope man
I receive more admiration from drug dealers than society in general.
The Grammy's and the American music shows, they pimp us like hoes
Events like the Grammys exploit artists for profit without giving them real respect.
They got dough but they hate us though
Despite their wealth, they hold disdain for our community.
You better keep your mind on the real shit
Stay focused on the genuine issues at hand.
And fuck trying to get with these crooked ass hypocrites
Don’t waste your energy trying to appease deceitful people.
The way they see it, we was meant to be kept down
They believe we are destined to remain oppressed.
Just can't understand why we getting respect now
I'm confused about why we seem to be receiving acknowledgment now.
Mama told me they're be days like this
My mother warned me that tough times would come.
But I'm pissed 'cause it stays like this
I’m angry that these difficult circumstances persist.
And now they trying to send me off to Kuwait
Now, authorities aim to deploy me to a conflict zone far away.
Gimme a break
I need a moment to breathe and not face more struggles.
How much shit can a nigga take?
How much more can I endure of this adversity?
I ain't goin' nowhere, no how
I’m not going to let them push me away from my life.
What you wanna throw down?
Are you ready to confront me or engage in conflict?
Better bring your guns pal
You should come prepared for a serious confrontation.
'Cause this is the day we make 'em pay
Today is the day we seek justice for our struggles.
Fuck balin' hay, I bail and spray with an AK
Forget traditional tasks; I'm armed and ready to fight back.
And even if they shoot me down
Even if they try to take my life,
There'll be another nigga bigger
Someone else strong will continue the resistance.
From the motherfuckin' underground
Emerging from the hidden depths of society.
So step but you better step quick
If you approach, do so with urgency.
'Cause the clocks goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit
Time is running out, and I'm tired of this nonsense.
You're watching the makings of a psychopath
You are witnessing the development of someone pushed to the brink.
The truth didn't last
Honesty has been fleeting in this situation.
Before the wrath and aftermath
Before the consequences and reactions unfold.
Who's that behind the trigger?
Who is the one taking action against me?
Who do you figure?
Who do you think is responsible for these violent acts?
A motherfuckin' 90's nigga
It’s just a frustrated, angry man from the 90s.
Ready to buck and rip shit up
Prepared to rebel and cause chaos.
I had enough (yeah)
I’ve reached my breaking point.
And I just don't give a fuck
I have completely detached from caring about repercussions.
Niggas, ain't just the blacks
It's not just African Americans facing discrimination.
Also a gang of motherfuckers dressed in blue slacks
This also involves law enforcement officers.
They say niggas hang in packs and their attitude is shitty
People stereotype communities as dangerous and hostile.
Tell me, who's the biggest gang of niggas in the city?
Who is truly the most powerful group in urban areas?
They say niggas like to do niggas
There’s a belief that we harm each other.
So me and the cop are just two niggas
Ultimately, both the officer and I are victims of the system.
A street walkin' nigga and a beat walkin' nigga with a badge
One is a person from the streets; the other is an officer from the law.
I end his future and his past with a blast, take his cash
I could hypothetically take violent action against him and claim his resources.
Before bash and bash his head in, dump him at the dead in
Imagining violent retaliation against the officer.
And that's just his luck
That's merely an unfortunate fate for him.
'Cause a nigga like P
Because someone like me,
Don't really give a fuck
I’m totally unapologetic about my actions.
(Right, that's how you do that shit) (yeah)
That’s the attitude one should have in these situations.
Walked in the store what's everybody staring at?
When I entered the store, I felt judged by onlookers.
They act like they never seen a mother fucker wearing black
People treat me differently for my appearance.
Following a nigga and shit
They are suspiciously tracking my movements.
Ain't this a bitch?
Isn't this situation incredibly unfair?
All I wanted was some chips
I only came to buy simple snacks.
I wanna take my business else where
I wish to shop elsewhere to avoid this treatment.
But where?
But which store would welcome me?
Cause who in the hell cares
Because no one seems to pay attention to my needs.
About a black man with a black need
Particularly regarding the requirements of a Black man.
They wanna jack me like some kind of crack fiend
They treat me as if I’m a dangerous criminal or addict.
I wonder if knows that my income is more than
I question if they realize I earn more than they think.
His pension, salary and then some
My earnings exceed what he makes in a year.
Your daughter is my number one fan
Your child admires me for who I am.
And your trife ass wife wants a life with a black man
Your unfaithful partner desires to be with someone like me.
So who's the mac? In fact, who's the black jack?
Who is the real player in this situation?
Sit back and get fat off the fat cat
Observe while the wealthy exploit the less privileged.
While he thinks that he's getting over
While he believes he is winning or succeeding.
I bust a move as smooth as Casanova
I move with style and charm, like a smooth operator.
And count another quick meal
I’m tallying another fast opportunity to earn money.
I'm getting paid for my trade but its still real
I earn from my craft, yet it remains genuine.
And if you look between the lines you'll find a rhyme
If you analyze deeper, you’ll discern my poetic message.
As strong as a fuckin' nine
My words have power, comparable to a firearm.
Mail stacked up niggas wanna act up
I have many responsibilities while others may cause disturbances.
Let's put the gats up and throw your blacks up
Let’s all stand together and resist against oppression.
But the cops getting dropped by the gunshot
Police violence is a reality, often resulting in fatalities.
Used to come but he's done, now we run the block
Previously they patrolled here, but now we have taken control.
To my brothers stay strong keep your heads up
I urge my community to remain resilient and hopeful.
They know we fed up
We are all aware and dissatisfied with our situation.
But we they just don't give a fuck
Despite our struggles, those in power remain indifferent.
(Yeah)
Acknowledging the shared sentiment.
They just don't give a fuck
They continue to disregard our pain.
I don't give a fuck either man (Yeah)
I also refuse to care anymore.
I gotta give my fuck offs
I need to express my disdain for those who have wronged me.
Fuck you to the San Francisco police department (fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you)
I want to verbally reject the actions of law enforcement.
Fuck you to the Marin County Sheriff department (you're another one)
I extend my contempt toward another law enforcement body.
Fuck you to the F.B.I (you're another one)
I express my disdain for federal authorities.
Fuck you to the C.I.A (you're another one)
I also reject the actions of the CIA and their influence.
Fuck you to the B-U-S-H (you're another one)
I denounce the former president and his administration.
Fuck you to the Ameri-KKK-a (you're another one)
I criticize systemic racism present in America.
Fuck you to all you redneck prejudice mother fuckers (you're another one)
I condemn the racist individuals who marginalize us.
That wanna fuck with me, fuck y'all (you're another one, you're another one, you're another one)
I reject all who wish to confront or harm me.
Punk gay sensitive little dick bastards (lil tiny tiny tiny)
I mock those I perceive as weak and cowardly.
2pacalypse mother fuckin' now (yeah)
This is a call to radical change, reminiscent of 2Pac's energy.
Y'all can kiss my ass and suck my dick (yeah, yeah)
I express a strong disdain for my detractors.
And my uncle Tommy's balls (haha)
Making light of my defiance, pushing humor into my message.
Fuck Y'all (yeah)
I continue to emphasize my rejection of societal norms.
Punks, punks, punks, punks, punks
I repetitively dismiss those who oppress and belittle me.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Teah Hari, Mickey Cooley, Ramon Russell Gooden, Rodney Cooley, Tupac Amaru Shakur
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