Don't Worry About It
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a panic, in a hurry I doubt it
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a rush, in a hurry I doubt it
Walked in the place, bus-pass in my waist
Couple dimes in my palm, got the strong in a vase
Walked in the store, wet sign on the floor
Three stripes on my shoes, got the brews by the case
Rajon how I spit it in your face
Bro I'd rather be sorry than safe
Call me at eight
You know me bro I'm all ready late
You know me bro I'm all ready late
(Wait)
Better learn how to politic
Before you pop a lip
I forget, brodie counterfeit
Come and cop legit
Rocket ships can't stop apocalypse
I'm hopping out the flix
Getting cozy with the opposite
You know me that's a crock of shit
I walk miles in the rain I never minded it
Believe in your own self over another man
Tie-dye tied down with a rubber band
Colors bland colors bland, all damn summer and
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a panic, in a hurry I doubt it
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a rush, in a hurry I doubt it
Half these dudes is my child
Told' em back awhile
Big man copying the lyrics and the style
Beef like it's Brick Lane, Spike at a Knicks game
Beef stuck between my teeth, it's hard to crack a smile
Acting rowdy, acting wild
You ain't baked, you're overcooked
Me I'm on my own shit, you do it by the book
They don't know what it took, they just stop and the look
The only thin line between a cop and a crook
Is the route that the took to the money
Spent years lovey-dovey
Believe me, ain't shit funny to me since I got up
Codes on the roof got a lot of
Told my bro: Don't put it on the net, you'll blow the spot up
Save it, don't get caught up
Pressure when the bank declines
The MasterCard, mastermind I feel like shit half the time
Dudes ain't the same, brodie lame, leave' em behind
Brews on the brain, babygirl won't you be mine
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a panic, in a hurry I doubt it
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a rush, in a hurry I doubt it
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a panic, in a hurry I doubt it
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a rush, in a hurry I doubt it
Walked in the place, bus-pass in my waist
Couple dimes in my palm, got the strong in a vase
Walked in the store, wet sign on the floor
Three stripes on my shoes, got the brews by the case
Rajon how I spit it in your face
Bro I'd rather be sorry than safe
Call me at eight
You know me bro I'm all ready late
You know me bro I'm all ready late
(Wait)
Better learn how to politic
Before you pop a lip
I forget, brodie counterfeit
Come and cop legit
Rocket ships can't stop apocalypse
I'm hopping out the flix
Getting cozy with the opposite
You know me that's a crock of shit
I walk miles in the rain I never minded it
Believe in your own self over another man
Tie-dye tied down with a rubber band
Colors bland colors bland, all damn summer and
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a panic, in a hurry I doubt it
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a rush, in a hurry I doubt it
Half these dudes is my child
Told' em back awhile
Big man copying the lyrics and the style
Beef like it's Brick Lane, Spike at a Knicks game
Beef stuck between my teeth, it's hard to crack a smile
Acting rowdy, acting wild
You ain't baked, you're overcooked
Me I'm on my own shit, you do it by the book
They don't know what it took, they just stop and the look
The only thin line between a cop and a crook
Is the route that the took to the money
Spent years lovey-dovey
Believe me, ain't shit funny to me since I got up
Codes on the roof got a lot of
Told my bro: Don't put it on the net, you'll blow the spot up
Save it, don't get caught up
Pressure when the bank declines
The MasterCard, mastermind I feel like shit half the time
Dudes ain't the same, brodie lame, leave' em behind
Brews on the brain, babygirl won't you be mine
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a panic, in a hurry I doubt it
(Aha)
Don't worry about it
The match been fixed
Don't worry about it
I'm the man with the chips
Don't worry about it
In a rush, in a hurry I doubt it
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Writer(s): Orlando Lambert
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