To Be Worried
Haze
Leor, light it up
I can't sell out for no money 'cause I got ambition
Brody ready to catch a body, shit, his hand itchin'
I ain't dropped in a lil' minute, shit, my fans miss me
40 thousand in both ears, you know I can't listen
And I like to stand on lil' mama I'm 'bout to stand in it
Hm, started from the bottom then I transitioned
OG gave the game and walked, lil' nigga, I ran with it
And all my stripes are original, I might Stan Smith it
Coming back off in this bitch, walked in like I left somethin'
I don't show that bitch attention, treat her like a stepson
You gon' see these footprints, get your bitch ass stepped on
Told her after she had a baby, I'm gon' get her pressed on
Having meetings, eating five-star dinners, buying out the restaurants
Don't compare me to none of them goofies, I'm one of the best ones
Fuck that nigga, let his ass bleed out 'til the flesh run
Paper cuts on my big thumb
Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy)
I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (oh-oh)
I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Ayy, swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
One thing is for certain, I know my opps gon' get rolled on
Paperwork don't lie go find the nigga that done told on
Snitching will get you killed, will get you flipped just like a old phone
Hold on, wait a minute, y'all done got me started in this bitch (yeah)
Special ed, chopper go retarded in this bitch (brrah)
Shoot at all your dawgs, no disregarding in this bitch (my bad)
Say somethin' wrong, nigga, I beg your pardon in this bitch
Balling in the field, they think I'm cheating like Sammy Sosa (ayy)
Seeing Nipsey dying in front of his store some shit I can't get over (on God)
So don't ask me why I keep that fire on my hip (don't ask)
Tatem rolling sixties, pocket full of Crips
Twelve hit that house they looking for me, left it ransacked
Pull up on a bro, then shoot dice, and I'm Dapper Dan fresh
Fuck I look like thinking 'bout niggas, why you in that man head?
I'm the rubber band man
Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy)
I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (oh)
I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Ayy, swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Leor, light it up
I can't sell out for no money 'cause I got ambition
Brody ready to catch a body, shit, his hand itchin'
I ain't dropped in a lil' minute, shit, my fans miss me
40 thousand in both ears, you know I can't listen
And I like to stand on lil' mama I'm 'bout to stand in it
Hm, started from the bottom then I transitioned
OG gave the game and walked, lil' nigga, I ran with it
And all my stripes are original, I might Stan Smith it
Coming back off in this bitch, walked in like I left somethin'
I don't show that bitch attention, treat her like a stepson
You gon' see these footprints, get your bitch ass stepped on
Told her after she had a baby, I'm gon' get her pressed on
Having meetings, eating five-star dinners, buying out the restaurants
Don't compare me to none of them goofies, I'm one of the best ones
Fuck that nigga, let his ass bleed out 'til the flesh run
Paper cuts on my big thumb
Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy)
I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (oh-oh)
I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Ayy, swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
One thing is for certain, I know my opps gon' get rolled on
Paperwork don't lie go find the nigga that done told on
Snitching will get you killed, will get you flipped just like a old phone
Hold on, wait a minute, y'all done got me started in this bitch (yeah)
Special ed, chopper go retarded in this bitch (brrah)
Shoot at all your dawgs, no disregarding in this bitch (my bad)
Say somethin' wrong, nigga, I beg your pardon in this bitch
Balling in the field, they think I'm cheating like Sammy Sosa (ayy)
Seeing Nipsey dying in front of his store some shit I can't get over (on God)
So don't ask me why I keep that fire on my hip (don't ask)
Tatem rolling sixties, pocket full of Crips
Twelve hit that house they looking for me, left it ransacked
Pull up on a bro, then shoot dice, and I'm Dapper Dan fresh
Fuck I look like thinking 'bout niggas, why you in that man head?
I'm the rubber band man
Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (ayy)
I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga (oh)
I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Ayy, swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a nigga
Credits
Writer(s): Dequantes Devontay Lamar, Brian Mitchell, Ethan Hayes, Leor Shevah
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