Worry Bout You

Came in this bitch Locked in a mode Chopin the flows Hibachi this song for the foes For the hoes, for the bros Matter facts fuck y'all This for the soul For the spirit in me left alone in the cold By fifteen it had froze Sixteen I was writing sixteen it and it rose Way outta the ice just like Rogers Get it out of dodge like dodgers Put it in the spot that I've earned Yea Under stage lights Y'all won't get a feature less you get me paid right But I ain't even really laid a price Dropped a couple singles now these artists tryin to call me aye night Uh Ain't that crazy Make a track my song like it didn't feature JP But featuring hmmm I forget what's ya name G Rap game oversaturated with average I don't remember every face see I wake up OG Kellz how I lace up Broken nails had to scrape up 20 bucks and bought the beat on your playlist They never asked me to say shit But opinions fact in this nation All this contradiction Just a lot of bitching Let's bring it back to the basics Worry bout you Homie And I worry bout me Me and my family tree My family of fans and the fans yet to be Yet to see what I am what I bleed Now you worried bout who? Homie Yea you worried bout me Me and my family tree My family of fans and the fans yet to be Yet to see what I am what I bleed So worry bout you I been killing time like Zeus Fillin up on rhymes like food Thinking that I'm late is a simple mistake Cause my delivery and timing's just rude I came in and came thru Cant say the same for you Who came in and can't do it Cant win, I ain't losing Make music to reflect the waves I been moving Like the moon But the day is new so Top of the morning K dot what I'm on If only I knew token I would put him on this song With him and, curry jiddy, techa Nina get em all on a phone They be like is this shit a cypher Or conference call? Shit I guess it's either it's our job to talk I been up all night with the alpha dogs Barking at the mic, is why I raspy talk They like why you sound angry? Don't ask me I'd worry bout you Homie And I worry bout me Me and my family tree My family of fans and the fans yet to be Yet to see what I am what I bleed Said you worried bout who? Homie Yea you worried bout me Me and my family tree My family of fans and the fans yet to be Yet to see what I am what I bleed So worry bout you Tik tok rappers can get gone I been on Ten, lemonade in the red cup With kettle one, sip And I'm gone Chick in my bed Ripping the bong Pretty long hair Snipped, cause we balled all night Cigarette breathe, cough up a lung life But I don't want to coffin shit I wanna long life Skin is still red cause the bitch fucked with my head Cut up to my neck from my wrist And I bled Cops knock knock for wellness check I made 'em haha so that I ain't sent to Rez My roommate lying to my face, as if I would rage Finding out that he sent for them Now I'm pissed Bitch my body my choice Didn't try to talk you tried to send me off boy I don't really wanna die You can tell by my voice I been dark inside since a boy So worry bout you Homie And I worry bout me Me and my family tree My family of fans and the fans yet to be Yet to see what I am what I bleed Said you worried bout who? Homie Yea you worried bout me Me and my family tree My family of fans and the fans yet to be Yet to see what I am what I bleed So worry bout you