Yankee - Bada** lyrics

[Intro] Some people throw shots and it don't matter Cause when I throw shots, bones shatter Shout to all the real independents Labels and women, BSB [Hook] You sold a couple records but nobody cares You never on the radio cause nobody cares You don't matter so you mad bruh, nobody cares You just a Internet rapper, nobody cares You a worker, I'm a boss yo, nobody cares What's your record? Man I don't know, nobody cares I asked the bad b**hes, and nobody cares I asked the real n***as, and nobody cares [Verse 1] I wake and talk sh**, spit the raw sh**, stop Yous a flithy backpack rapper out a thrift shop Drug addict face, what's on your junkie head? You ain't no badmon cause you went and grew dreads Who you k**? Who you rob? Who you extort? p**yhole and beat your a** pon the city bus I know real n***as, and none of em bump you I know plenty bad b**hes, and none of em f**ed you! Stupid lil fool, here go ya intervention When they talk about the time, ya name is never mentioned Nobody cares, I ain't dissin, this is true You a bullsh**, Jordan crying face, boo hoo I never hear ya songs when I bug in the club I never hear ya songs in the hood, you a dubb You'll never be the guy, never could, never was If you ever had a hater, tell em get off ya nuts [Hook] You sold a couple records but nobody cares You never on the radio cause nobody cares You don't matter so you mad bruh, nobody cares You just a Internet rapper, nobody cares You a worker, I'm a boss yo, nobody cares What's your record? Man I don't know, nobody cares I asked the bad b**hes, and nobody cares I asked the real n***as, and nobody cares [Verse 2] They gon play this hit on the radio dawg And you gon be like "Damn, why they playin this for?" You ain't hot so you give the blame to the DJs I be making fire, giving flame to the DJs! You tryna do music for Coachella I make sh** for foreign whips and drug sellers You more Digable Planets, I'm more Roc-A-fella I'm more shoebox money, you more go to the teller This fella got a identity crisis, I know me Oh, you a real MC? Then you in P-O-P "Let me teach you how to dance", that was B-A-D You keep hitting my name ho, get off my D-I-C Cause I'm a savage, this gon leave you sad b**h Don't get suicidal like ya friend, here's a casket Steez burning in Hell, my burner's in my belt I'm really k**ing sh**, you n***as k**ing yourself f**ing weirdos, off the roof, "Steer clear yo!" This n***as tryna fly, he think he a superhero Splat man! f** you and that man And all three labels you signed to, they wack man Here's the facts man I'm a self made n***a, got it off the curb You a finger snappin', poet rapper, spoken word If it really was the 90s, you'll be titled as a herb If ya movie was biography, Revenge of the Nerds! [Hook] You sold a couple records but nobody cares You never on the radio cause nobody cares You don't matter so you mad bruh, nobody cares You just a Internet rapper, nobody cares You a worker, I'm a boss yo, nobody cares What's your record? Man I don't know, nobody cares I asked the bad b**hes, and nobody cares I asked the real n***as, and nobody cares [Bridge] Try to start a beef with me, boy you got some Nerve, nerve, nerve, nerve You know what I do to beef? Man I cook and I Serve, serve, serve, cook and Serve, cook and, serve, cook and Serve, cook and, serve, cook and Serve, cook and, serve, cook and You know what I do to beef? Cook and serve [Hook 2] You sold 60K, it's funny, nobody cares Miss Ninety Percent is taking 20, nobody cares That's $480 worth of money, nobody cares 50 percent go to Johnny, nobody cares That's $240 worth of loot dawg, nobody cares Tell Cinematic come recoup dawg, nobody cares $150 budget down in $90, ooh Lord, nobody cares I made $114, that's more than you dawg, f** outta here!