Nobody Cares: - Tech N9ne, Stevie Stone, Krizz Kaliko

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!

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

(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

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