Seven - Nobody Cares (Bonus Track) lyrics

[Intro: Tech N9ne] Swa*ky 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 [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] I'm a real one, fill 'em, up, I bust and k** 'em Didn't have to sell my soul to sell some f**ing 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' b**h throw sh**, 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, n***a! [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 Cares These 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' spouses Put-put a chastity belt on yo' spouses (Ugh-huh!) [Verse 2: Krizz Kaliko] It is what it is, n***a, 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, n***a Strange Music's on big black fat n***a Cause we resurrected with people been disrespectin' No equal to this direction, when Kali, people can check it We be the choppin' and Tech get it poppin' in every Metropolis Tracks, we be toppin' as boppers, they flock to us, n***as 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 [Hook] [Interlude: Stevie Stone] I been (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dope, dope) Now get 'em (dope, d-dope, d-dope, dopeboy fresh) [Verse 3: Stevie Stone] b**h, I been out here poppin', been up in these streets Since I came up out that water, been the illest n***a low key Got yo' b**h up all on my Peta, bendin' on them knees b**h came back around and got backed down And done f**ed 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 sh** and I talk sh**, this boss sh**, n***a, G up Eeee, whoa, kemosabe, (what ya smelling?) Walk up in the room, all you smell is money Sixteen to ya tall, King Like the Hitman n***a, holla "ball game!" [Hook]