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' ****, 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 ****, 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 **** (ayy)

I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a **** (oh-oh)

I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ****

Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ****

Ayy, swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ****

One thing is for certain, I know my opps gon' get rolled on

Paperwork don't lie go find the **** 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, ****, 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 ****, why you in that man head?

I'm the rubber band man

Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a **** (ayy)

I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a **** (oh)

I swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ****

Boy, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ****

Ayy, swear, I'm getting too much money to be worried 'bout a ****