Worry Now
Made it out the hood, 430 we up
Graduated out of school and the streets, I'm Alum
I'd never glorify that life, kids out in the rough
Only 5 of us survived, so the world ain't enough
I had the whole operation back when yall was masturbating
It took y'all 7 albums playa, but it's love, I ain't hate it
I can finally call my mama, tell her now they paying attention
Pops broke the news to me, told me Mary Jean ain't make it
Brain couldn't take it, and I'm still thinking they playing, mind disassociated
Trying to make some calls to some clouds that ain't silver shaded
And I know my angel fly, but I can't cry, aye God, why
Was it on her or was it a doctor, I got some questions that ain't answered
Now who gone be my date in Gucci when we pop up at the Grammys?
Aye big bruh I know you hear me, don't just leave the phone unanswered
Now the cracks starting to show, Hitting Yeezy levels spastic
Was it her, was it a doctor, once again God I'm asking
Throw me some peace before I get the smacking on these bastards
Hard to believe, I can't see my superhero passing
Diamonds and pearls, I know my mama up there and she happy
Show me the world, I know she got the intel and it's tragic
Bow to the king, I know my whole pedigree wreaking havoc
Slam to the ring, you can't get the title belt if you had it
Best in the world, I put that on the 4 boy I done had it
Ain't no I in team, but there is an n in snake though
Young Lowe, in and out the pocket like a shank though
Been flame bro, break bars but sing like I'm Drake tho
You always take detours, I go where you won't go
Rooted, suited and Jordan booted
Riding with the turbo boosted
Always sending smoke signals but the names excluded
Smelling like JOOP in my big boy coupe
Kind of hard to be compared when you sound like you
Who was the one pulling them cards when these kids was capping
Who was the one acting a fool when you heard them actors
Who was the one up in the trap with the raps just like cooked crack
House full of roaches, hoes coming back
I heard you was the man back in 14
You 32 but bitter like you 64
You thought you more like Hov, but you more Joe
Rapping like we all care, but we dont know bro
If I ever lose my cool, it's gone get wild
Straightedge, just like Dua Lipa eyebrows
Still the best in the world, ain't no humbling
They just got on the wave, but I've been bubbling
I don't shoot shots babe, but I see the fade
You tryna catch on to the wave for name sake
Boy these ain't no Reebok's, these them new Jays
Y'all in the same book, never turned a page
How many times I gotta tell y'all it's big 4
Me and Curt God freestyling at the Joe Sto
I can't fail, can't fall, this was heaven sent
Nobody's baby daddy so keep my name out of it
One man band, Zig Zagging like Dolph Zig
Hold on to them wigs, I'm not the one to play with
DX getting old but I'm still a degenerate
Attitude in the pedigree, ruthless aggression with it
This is bigger than you kid, there are dreams involved
It's the black Stone Cold, hold the alcohol
Ever hit Rock Bottom but kicked out at 2
Had to adjust some attitudes had a Bella too
Viva La, Viva La, Raza Long Live Eddie G
Your diamond chain tinfoil, glitter like Mariah, B
And if need be, I'll still post up in them Jordan 3's
Fire red or true blue a true OG
Graduated out of school and the streets, I'm Alum
I'd never glorify that life, kids out in the rough
Only 5 of us survived, so the world ain't enough
I had the whole operation back when yall was masturbating
It took y'all 7 albums playa, but it's love, I ain't hate it
I can finally call my mama, tell her now they paying attention
Pops broke the news to me, told me Mary Jean ain't make it
Brain couldn't take it, and I'm still thinking they playing, mind disassociated
Trying to make some calls to some clouds that ain't silver shaded
And I know my angel fly, but I can't cry, aye God, why
Was it on her or was it a doctor, I got some questions that ain't answered
Now who gone be my date in Gucci when we pop up at the Grammys?
Aye big bruh I know you hear me, don't just leave the phone unanswered
Now the cracks starting to show, Hitting Yeezy levels spastic
Was it her, was it a doctor, once again God I'm asking
Throw me some peace before I get the smacking on these bastards
Hard to believe, I can't see my superhero passing
Diamonds and pearls, I know my mama up there and she happy
Show me the world, I know she got the intel and it's tragic
Bow to the king, I know my whole pedigree wreaking havoc
Slam to the ring, you can't get the title belt if you had it
Best in the world, I put that on the 4 boy I done had it
Ain't no I in team, but there is an n in snake though
Young Lowe, in and out the pocket like a shank though
Been flame bro, break bars but sing like I'm Drake tho
You always take detours, I go where you won't go
Rooted, suited and Jordan booted
Riding with the turbo boosted
Always sending smoke signals but the names excluded
Smelling like JOOP in my big boy coupe
Kind of hard to be compared when you sound like you
Who was the one pulling them cards when these kids was capping
Who was the one acting a fool when you heard them actors
Who was the one up in the trap with the raps just like cooked crack
House full of roaches, hoes coming back
I heard you was the man back in 14
You 32 but bitter like you 64
You thought you more like Hov, but you more Joe
Rapping like we all care, but we dont know bro
If I ever lose my cool, it's gone get wild
Straightedge, just like Dua Lipa eyebrows
Still the best in the world, ain't no humbling
They just got on the wave, but I've been bubbling
I don't shoot shots babe, but I see the fade
You tryna catch on to the wave for name sake
Boy these ain't no Reebok's, these them new Jays
Y'all in the same book, never turned a page
How many times I gotta tell y'all it's big 4
Me and Curt God freestyling at the Joe Sto
I can't fail, can't fall, this was heaven sent
Nobody's baby daddy so keep my name out of it
One man band, Zig Zagging like Dolph Zig
Hold on to them wigs, I'm not the one to play with
DX getting old but I'm still a degenerate
Attitude in the pedigree, ruthless aggression with it
This is bigger than you kid, there are dreams involved
It's the black Stone Cold, hold the alcohol
Ever hit Rock Bottom but kicked out at 2
Had to adjust some attitudes had a Bella too
Viva La, Viva La, Raza Long Live Eddie G
Your diamond chain tinfoil, glitter like Mariah, B
And if need be, I'll still post up in them Jordan 3's
Fire red or true blue a true OG
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Writer(s): Preston Lowe
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