Professor E - 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 Flicking Starter coats, man Man, you don't know, man We don't care what people say This is for my n***as 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 a** at home So we forced to sell crack, rap, and get a job You gotta do something man, your a** is grown [Hook] [Verse 2] The second verse is for my dogs working 9 to 5 That still hustle cause a n***a can't shine off $6.55 And everybody selling makeup, Jacob's And bootlegged tapes just to get they cake up We put sh** 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***a's money is h*mo, 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 retards, the way teachers thought Hold up, hold fast. We make more cash Now tell my momma I belong in that slow cla** Bad enough we on welfare They trying to put me on the school bus with the space 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"