Nobody Cares Lyrics - Tech N9ne

Swanky all the time... 

So don't worry 'bout me cause I'm 

Gucci, luchi, all up in my hallsies 

Come from Kansas City and 

"Get money"'s what they tought me 

I'm a real one, fill 'em, up, I bust and kill 'em 

Didn't have to sell my soul to sell some fucking millions 

When I drop this Bou Lou drink, it'll put me up in billions 

The ceiling never could stop this KC, MO civilian 

How ya didn't know we had the green when I'm all up in yo' magazine? 

So focused on the flow, fo' fifth, yo' bitch throw shit, that's flattering 

We ain't like you others, we got a very sick disease 

And, if you get this bug, it may result in making cheese 

Made a lot of Technicians, gettin' mo' is the next mission 

We got the colleges, the suburbs and the 'jects trippin' 

Off of this wealthy, foul-mouthed trigger 

Don't even bother to get your wicky styles out, nigga! 

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Everything in my head, all these words that I said 

(Nobody cares) Nobody cares 

(And nobody gives a damn what I say, who I am) 

(Nobody cares) Nobody Cares 

These bright lights, show my life {nobody cares} 

(No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody) 

Fellas better put a chastity belt on yo' spouses 

Put-put a chastity belt on yo' spouses (Ugh-huh!) 

It is what it is, nigga, I'm underground 

Y'all saying the same thing, mainstream in trouble now 

I'm on my grown man, growin' a little stubble now 

A Spotify gotta fly, hustle gotta double down 

Murder was the case that I gave 'em 

Damn her with my grammar hammer, nobody could save 'em 

And we ain't just in Kansas City anymore 

We on tour and we on some penny pinchin', "give me more" 

If I die today, I'm comin' back, nigga 

Strange Music's on big black fat nigga 

Cause we resurrected with people been disrespectin' 

No equal to this direction, with Kali, people can check it 

We be the choppin' and Tech get it poppin' in every Metropolis 

Tracks, we be toppin' as far as they flock to us, niggas be jockin' us 

I flow, beware, rappers don't be goin' there 

Maybe I'm just blowin' smoke in the air and no one cares 

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I been (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dope, dope) 

I get 'em (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dopeboy fresh) 

Bitch, I been out here poppin', been up in these streets 

Since I came up out that water, been the illest nigga low key 

Got yo' bitch up all on my Peta, bendin' on them knees 

Bitch came back around and got backed down 

And done fucked around and got beat, it's that, shake down! 

Strange, so you know I make cake now 

Want to know where's the house by the lake down? 

I bought the car, it was the model and I'm make now 

I kick back, my feet up, cramp down and re-up 

Talk shit and I talk shit, let's pop shit, nigga, G up 

Eeee, Whoa, kemosabe, (what ya smelling?) 

Walk up in a room all you smell is money 

Sixteen to ya tall, King 

Like the hitman, nigga, holla, ball game