Tech N9ne - Nobody Cares Lyrics
[Intro: Tech N9ne]Swanky all the time...So don't worry 'bout me cause I'mGucci, luchi, all up in my hallsiesCome from Kansas City and"Get money"'s what they tought me[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]I'm a real one, fill 'em, up, I bust and kill 'emDidn't have to sell my soul to sell some *****ing millionsWhen I drop this Bou Lou drink, it'll put me up in billionsThe ceiling never could stop this KC, MO civilianHow ya didn't know we had the green when I'm all up in yo' magazine?So focused on the flow, fo' fifth, yo' ***** throw shit, that's flatteringWe ain't like you others, we got a very sick diseaseAnd, if you get this bug, it may result in making cheeseMade a lot of Technicians, gettin' mo' is the next missionWe got the colleges, the suburbs and the 'jects trippin'Off of this wealthy, foul-mouthed triggerDon't even bother to get your wicky styles out, nigga![Hook: Krizz Kaliko (Crystal Watson) {Tech N9ne}]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 CaresThese bright lights, show my life {nobody cares}(No one, no one, no one, no one cares, nobody, nobody)[Interlude: Tech N9ne (Krizz Kaliko)]Fellas better put a chastity belt on yo' spousesPut-put a chastity belt on yo' spouses (Ugh-huh!)[Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko]It is what it is, nigga, I'm undergroundY'all saying the same thing, mainstream in trouble nowI'm on my grown man, growin' a little stubble nowA Spotify gotta fly, hustle gotta double downMurder was the case that I gave 'emDamn her with my grammar hammer, nobody could save 'emAnd we ain't just in Kansas City anymoreWe on tour and we on some penny pinchin', "give me more"If I die today, I'm comin' back, niggaStrange Music's on big black fat niggaCause we resurrected with people been disrespectin'No equal to this direction, with Kali, people can check itWe be the choppin' and Tech get it poppin' in every MetropolisTracks, we be toppin' as far as they flock to us, niggas be jockin' usI flow, beware, rappers don't be goin' thereMaybe I'm just blowin' smoke in the air and no one cares[Hook][Interlude: Stevie Stone]I been (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dope, dope)I get 'em (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dopeboy fresh)[Verse 3: Stevie Stone]*****, I been out here poppin', been up in these streetsSince I came up out that water, been the illest nigga low keyGot yo' ***** up all on my Peta, bendin' on them knees***** came back around and got backed downAnd done *****ed around and got beat, it's that, shake down!Strange, so you know I make cake nowWant to know where's the house by the lake down?I bought the car, it was the model and I'm make nowI kick back, my feet up, cramp down and re-upTalk shit and I talk shit, let's pop shit, nigga, G upEeee, Whoa, kemosabe, (what ya smelling?)Walk up in a room all you smell is moneySixteen to ya tall, KingLike the hitman, nigga, holla, ball game[Hook]
