Joyner Lucas Nobody Cares Lyrics

[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 drugs 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 fеature, nigga, just say it, but you gotta pay me for it (Say that)
And after I body you, I don't want you еver saying my name anymore (Grrt-grrt)
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 shit was hilarious (Trash)
Ain't even wanna respond, but niggas in London told me take care of it (Yeah, grrt, grrt, grrah!)
You keep on saying my name, you digging the grave that you gon' be buried in (Bitch)
Everyone back in your country looking at you like you an embarrassment, I'm bout to perish 'emh (Grrt, grrt, grrah!)
I gotta, I gotta make 'em respect this shit, put that on your life, I bet this shit (Brrt)
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 (Grrt, grrt)
'Cause all of my life, I never heard nobody tell me to put on that Skepta shit (Grrah!)
When you gon' finally accept this shit? You not on my level, don't test this shit (Grrt, grrt)
I know that you think it's friendly fire, but I'm not one of your friends and shit (Boom-boom)
You should of hit up of your friends, lil' bitch, go call up Dave and Central, bitch
For me, you gon' need the Avengers, bitch, go tell 'em that Joyner done sent you, bitch (Grrt, grrt, grrah!)
[Chorus]
Nobody cares you was that nigga back in the days
You only popping in the UK, but we don't play your shit in the states (Nobody cares, woah, woah) Nobody cares how many women that you played (Yeah)
Or how many bullets that you sprayed or who you bringing out on stage (Nobody cares, grrat)
Nobody cares if you sat with all the GOATs
Or how many tags is on your coats, or how many niggas that you know (We don't care, uh, uh)
Nobody cares about how you and Drizzy are close
Or how you invented UK Rap, but still ain't top ten on your Coast, nigga (Grrat, woo)

[Verse 2]
What made you think it's a bright idea to swing at a nigga 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, you're Muslim, f*ck it, I'm 'bout to go ham on him (Word)
If you a demon, well, bitch, I'm the devil, I hope that you ready to dance with 'em (Grrat)
I know I probably took it somewhere that's past the level of making it right (Baow, boom)
I hope that when you respond, the record is hard and maybe you'll make it a fight (Huh, grrat, grrat, boom)
I bet as soon as you hear this shit, you'll probably be thinking bout taking a flight (Ayy, boom)
I got fans in London, but after this song, they probably gon' hate me for 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 (Boom-boom)
I'll wipe you down and take your pic, my money is blue, I'm way too rich (Boom-boom, boom)
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 shit you starting? Blah-blah-blah
Send niggas up in your apartment, use your head as a target- grah-grah-grah
I ain't that nigga 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 (Grrat!)
[Chorus]
Nobody cares you was that nigga back in the days
You only popping in the UK, but we don't play your shit in the states (Nobody cares, woah, woah)
Nobody cares how many women that you played (Yeah)
Or how many bullets that you sprayed or who you bringing out on stage (Nobody cares, grrat)
Nobody cares if you sat with all the GOATs
Or how many tags is on your coats, or how many niggas that you know (We don't care, uh, uh)
Nobody cares about how you and Drizzy are close
Or how you invented UK Rap, but still ain't top ten on your Coast, nigga (Grrat)