Check out the NOBODY CARES lyrics by Joyner Lucas below, and experience his passion for music. Joyner, who has always been a bold storyteller who presents uncomfortable truths with a beat, is a two-time Grammy Award-nominated American rapper, actor, and entrepreneur.
This isn’t your typical rap beef or a clickbait diss; it’s Joyner Lucas unloading a decade of industry frustration, a message to everyone who ever tried to minimize his pen game, especially a certain UK rapper. And yet, while the name isn’t dropped directly, every bar slices so specifically that you almost don’t need it to be. Lyrically, this song is a full-on lyrical execution, no metaphors are left untouched, and no emotions are held back. Joyner uses brutal sarcasm and clever jabs to challenge everything from the target’s career relevance to their authenticity. Whether you’re here for the vibe or curious about what Joyner is bringing to the table, this track won’t disappoint. Its lyrics carry weight, the production is top-notch, and it’s the kind of track that grows on you with every play.
NOBODY CARES Joyner Lucas Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, Yeah, Yeah
Yeah, Smoke, Ayy, Yeah, Ayy, Smoke, Ayy, Smoke (Yeah)
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 Feature, Nigga, 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 (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’ Get Buried In (Bitch)
Everyone Back In Your Country Looking At You
Like You An Embarrassment, I’m Bout To Perish ’em (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 Thinking It’s Friendly Fire,
But I’m Not One Of Your Friends And Shit (Boom-boom)
You Shoulda 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 Bringing You Out On Stage (Nobody Cares, Grrat)
Nobody Cares If You Sat With All The Goats
Or How Many Tags 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 Landing ’em (Bang)
I Heard That, All Of A Sudden, You’re Muslim,
Fuck 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 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 Bringing You Out On Stage (Nobody Cares, Grrat)
Nobody Cares If You Sat With All The Goats
Or How Many Tags 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)
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