NOBODY CARES Lyrics – Joyner Lucas

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[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, smoke, ayy, yeah, ayy, smoke, ayy, smoke
I want smoke, I want smoke, I want smoke, I want smoke (Ayy, Joyner, brrt)

[Verse 1]
Who want smoke? Gimme the blunt, I'm ready to blaze a corpse (Do it)
After this song is over, I never wan' hear this debate no more (For real)
I ain't wanna do it, but somebody told me he saying my name, it's war (Joyner)
I wanna know what drügs you taking and what do you take me for?
Maybe you mad 'cause you ain't got buzz up in the UK no more (You mad)
I heard your career just ain't what it was and you don't get paid no more (Facts)
If you wanna feature, n!gga, just say it, but you gotta pay me for it (Say that)
And after I body you, I don't want you ever saying my name anymore (Brrt-brrt)
I know you putting your flag all on your back, now you gotta carry it (Aha)
If somebody holding it down, it shouldn't be you, it's time to be serious (Serious)
I know you hate being home, you come to the States and try to be arrogant, yeah
I bet you sit in your room and secretly wish that you was American (Ahh)
Soon as I heard your diss, was shaking my head, the s*it was hilarious (Trash)
Ain't even wanna respond, but n!ggas in London told me take care of it (Yeah, baow, baow, grrt)
You keep on saying my name, you digging the grave that you gon' be buried in (B!tch)
Everyone back in your country looking at you like you an embarrassment, I'm bout to perish 'em (Bow, baow, grrt)
I gotta, I gotta make 'em respect this s*it, put that on your life, I bet this s*it
You lyrically better than no one I know, not even no one on the Freshman List
I love the UK, but that's just it, I really hope you ain't the best there is
'Cause all of my life, I never heard nobody tell me to put on that Skepta s*it (Brrt)
When you gon' finally accept this s*it? You not on my level, don't test this s*it
I know that you think it's friendly fire, but I am not one of your friends and s*it
You should of hit up of your friends, lil' b!tch, go call up Dave and Central, b!tch
For me, you gon' need the Avengers, b!tch, go tell 'em that Joyner done sent you, b!tch

[Chorus]
Nobody cares, you was that n!gga back in the days
You only popping in the UK, but we don't play your s*it in the states (Nobody cares)
Nobody cares how many women that you played
Or how many bullets that you sprayed
Or who you bringing out on stage (Nobody cares)
Nobody cares if you sat with all the goats
Or how many tags is on your coats
Or how many n!ggas that you know (We don't care)
Nobody cares about how you and Drizzy are close
Or how you invented UK Rap, but still ain't top ten on your coast, n!gga (Brrrt, woo)

[Verse 2]
What made you think it's a bright idea to swing at a n!gga with stamina (Huh?)
You throwing jabs and punches and swinging for nothing cause you never landed them (Bang)
I heard that all of a sudden your Muslim, fu*k it I'm bout to go ham on him (Work)
If you a demon, well b!tch I'm the devil, I hope that you ready to dance with 'em
I know I probably took it somewhere that's past the level of making it right
I hope that when you respond, the record is hard and maybe you'll make it a fight
I bet as soon as you hear this s*it, you'll probably be thinking bout taking a flight
I got fans in London but after this song, they probably gon' hate me for life (Life, life, yikes)
The pistol black, your face get lit, the clip is packed so make a wish
I'll go to your town, I'll take a trip, I'll wipe you down and take your pic
My money is blue, I'm way too rich, I made too much like way too quick
Your music sucks, you make me sick
Pass me the plate I'm starving, what is this s*it your starting? Blah blah blah
Send n!ggas up in your apartment, use your head as a target (Grah, grah, grah)
I ain't that n!gga to start but I laugh at you and your garbage, ha ha ha
Go to Tottenham I'm marching, that's where I'll leave your carcass, pow pow pow (Brrrt)

[Chorus]
Nobody cares, you was that n!gga back in the days
You only popping in the UK, but we don't play your s*it in the states (Nobody cares)
Nobody cares how many women that you played
Or how many bullets that you sprayed
Or who you bringing out on stage (Nobody cares)
Nobody cares if you sat with all the goats
Or how many tags is on your coats
Or how many n!ggas that you know (We don't care)
Nobody cares about how you and Drizzy are close
Or how you invented UK Rap, but still ain't top ten on your coast, n!gga (Brrrt, woo)