I Ain't Worried

Man I been gettin' to this money on the strip
Nah I ain't worried 'bout a nigga or a bitch
I'm from the east and I was raised up on the finch
My Scarborough niggas Wilding running threw the six

Ima chase this bag fam
Try intervene it be blam blam
Any fit I'm in it be a grand slam
Any bitch I'm wit I probably have that
You can have that
I be in da trap where da cash at
When I'm re-in up I bring a backpack
I don't speak on phones they tap that
And where I rest my head I don't stash packs
Nah
This belt buckle where the strap at
If I pull it out you take a nap nap
And we come outside when it's night time We let it fly like a black bat
Streets is real
Bullets hit you like a sleeping pill
Nowadays niggas switching sides they can't keep it real
Once you turn your back they gon eat your meal
That's why I keep it on me like my car keys I'll beat it up like a charge B
Fuck your trap I'll pull up on it
I'll heat it up so you not eating
Run up in it quick
Take the work and dip
Someone gettin' hit
By the time I leave something 'gon drip
Tryna change my life but I'm with the shits
When it come to money yea I'm wit the flip
She ain't home by 10 yea I'm with your bitch
Raised in the six east finch B.T.C and nah we don't change a bit
Ima rude nigga real smooth nigga
If you violate you make the news nigga
We chasing bags I done made a plan
And I'm out here tryna execute em nigga let's go

Man I been gettin' to this money on the strip
Nah I ain't worried bout a nigga or a bitch
I'm from the east and I was raised up on the finch
My Scarborough niggas Wilding running threw the six

So apparently I was told dat sleep sold separately
Since a parent G I put down what I hold for security
Was a love of mine
Baby glock hit ya top for that lullaby
It was Winter time
Had it tucked saying grace at dinner time
Feelin hostile
Feeling bad still firearms in aunts house
Lost my 'cuz so it's worse now
Hurt now
Feel a nigga deserve to get burnt out
Like tires screeching
One at a time like a turnstile
Line em up who's turn now
I see the Situation got a lil sticky 'huh
Didn't think we had it with us 'huh
Ain't the only one with pistols 'bruh
Walked a straight line got a curve cut
Smooth sailin' turned to bullets hailin'
And the villain finally got a nerve touched
Monstarz just Nerdlucks
Bird ass niggas robbing breadcrumbs
Finally got the feathers on the wings plucked
So besides the weather
Hearts cold forever
Head ain't on together
And your jigs up
Got worse not better
When your trust is severed
And your friend gets switchin' when the sticks up
Eye for an eye and I want an eye
In my mind you forever get hit up
Stick a fork in it twist more in it
Feel everythin' I feel when I miss 'cuz
And the force within it
You bein force to witness
Everything a nigga do not givin' a fuck
What

Man I been gettin' to this money on the strip
Nah I ain't worried bout a nigga or a bitch
I'm from the east and I was raised up on the finch
My Scarborough niggas Wilding running threw the six

Didn't think we had it with us 'huh
Ain't the only one with pistols 'bruh

Didn't think we had it with us 'huh
Ain't the only one with pistols 'bruh

Ain't the only one with
Ain't the only one with
Ain't the only one with pistols 'bruh



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Writer(s): Ricardo D'rozario
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