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Letra : No Worries
(Intro)
I got Rudy, he keep rushing me
(Chorus)
I told my mama, don't be worried how we maneuver, we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, incase he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I'm a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and n***a they can't stop 'em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothaf**kin problem
Told 'em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn't prosper
(Verse 1)
Lord show me another way, these men don't solve my problems
Lowkey feel like genocide, I lost another partner
Reapin' what I sow, but what I sow to my shotta
These n***a gotta go, even if it cost me every dollar
Real mad man, you a real bad man
I ain't never had a Florida boy to follow what it is
I gotta stay afloat, I know they want me Rest in p*ss
Forever, I'm the sh*t and it's forever with them jits
n***as not steppin, they just shoot and say they did
Got shot at more than 7 times, not once did I get hit
Thank you Lord but that's a sign, I gotta switch the way I live
You try my whole steppin' grounds, the O a battlefield
Them other jits just tried to [?]
Lay low for a couple months, or better yet, some years
I'd rather switch the style than have [?] filled with tears
Row your boat and n***a, just don't get banana peeled
I'm knowing all the drops, but n***a police say for real
I ain't got no opps, but lil bro pick a side, these n***as kill
My n***a died, I'm thinking suicide, but I'mma live
(Chorus)
I told my mama, don't be worried how we maneuver, we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, incase he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I'm a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and n***a they can't stop 'em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothaf**kin problem
Told 'em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn't prosper
(Verse 2)
I'm living bout no handouts, ain't nobody give me sh*t
You dropped them raggedy ass goals, and went back off on yo d**k
You out here flaggin' to these hoes, keeping 9 name in the mix
And I remember I was broke, but I ain't going back to it
I remember breaking into them stores, we on the road, tryna hit licks
And I'll give a n***a straight shots, and I ain't talking bout no liq'
Went on the same time and now watch you tryna beef about a b*t*h
I'm talkin way back in the pound, when it was me, Mick and Lil Rick
I sent a screenshotted the plot, ain't no way we could blick
My b*t*h done screenshotted that guy, he in her DM talkin' sh*t
Sayin' this and that bout 9 and how I'm just a duplicate
You can't convict me off no rhyme, 'cause all that rap street sh*t mixed
Like A [?] .45 hit yo' eyes and make you flat
Black lives matter but I'll take one, if a n***a think I'm a b*t*h
It ain't no hate sh*t going on, you can't go wrong, you in my clique
And for them n***as we got drums, straight cannons, just call that Nick
When we on tour, you can't hang out nowhere, that sh*t get blitzed
I'm talking do that now he took [?] now talk yo' sh*t
Your friend get ruined while we rap, now you rap, you bloody b*t*h
I thought the man ruling the streets, was keeping silence, never snitched
(Chorus)
I told my mama, don't be worried how we maneuver ,we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, incase he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I'm a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and n***a they can't stop 'em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothaf**kin problem
Told 'em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn't prosper
I got Rudy, he keep rushing me
(Chorus)
I told my mama, don't be worried how we maneuver, we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, incase he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I'm a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and n***a they can't stop 'em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothaf**kin problem
Told 'em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn't prosper
(Verse 1)
Lord show me another way, these men don't solve my problems
Lowkey feel like genocide, I lost another partner
Reapin' what I sow, but what I sow to my shotta
These n***a gotta go, even if it cost me every dollar
Real mad man, you a real bad man
I ain't never had a Florida boy to follow what it is
I gotta stay afloat, I know they want me Rest in p*ss
Forever, I'm the sh*t and it's forever with them jits
n***as not steppin, they just shoot and say they did
Got shot at more than 7 times, not once did I get hit
Thank you Lord but that's a sign, I gotta switch the way I live
You try my whole steppin' grounds, the O a battlefield
Them other jits just tried to [?]
Lay low for a couple months, or better yet, some years
I'd rather switch the style than have [?] filled with tears
Row your boat and n***a, just don't get banana peeled
I'm knowing all the drops, but n***a police say for real
I ain't got no opps, but lil bro pick a side, these n***as kill
My n***a died, I'm thinking suicide, but I'mma live
(Chorus)
I told my mama, don't be worried how we maneuver, we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, incase he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I'm a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and n***a they can't stop 'em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothaf**kin problem
Told 'em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn't prosper
(Verse 2)
I'm living bout no handouts, ain't nobody give me sh*t
You dropped them raggedy ass goals, and went back off on yo d**k
You out here flaggin' to these hoes, keeping 9 name in the mix
And I remember I was broke, but I ain't going back to it
I remember breaking into them stores, we on the road, tryna hit licks
And I'll give a n***a straight shots, and I ain't talking bout no liq'
Went on the same time and now watch you tryna beef about a b*t*h
I'm talkin way back in the pound, when it was me, Mick and Lil Rick
I sent a screenshotted the plot, ain't no way we could blick
My b*t*h done screenshotted that guy, he in her DM talkin' sh*t
Sayin' this and that bout 9 and how I'm just a duplicate
You can't convict me off no rhyme, 'cause all that rap street sh*t mixed
Like A [?] .45 hit yo' eyes and make you flat
Black lives matter but I'll take one, if a n***a think I'm a b*t*h
It ain't no hate sh*t going on, you can't go wrong, you in my clique
And for them n***as we got drums, straight cannons, just call that Nick
When we on tour, you can't hang out nowhere, that sh*t get blitzed
I'm talking do that now he took [?] now talk yo' sh*t
Your friend get ruined while we rap, now you rap, you bloody b*t*h
I thought the man ruling the streets, was keeping silence, never snitched
(Chorus)
I told my mama, don't be worried how we maneuver ,we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, incase he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I'm a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and n***a they can't stop 'em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothaf**kin problem
Told 'em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn't prosper
