Ain't Worried Bout Shit - Lil Wayne
Ha.. I'm.. so cool
Yeah n_gga, stand one, blow one n_gga
I promise you, we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us n_gga
Bird.. man, J-R, ya know
You feel me?
When gon' chase it 'til we can't chase it no more
So y'all might as well eat this food n_gga
And it got to be the best of the best
One, come one shorty, get with me n_gga
See I, ride when I gotta, grind cuz I gotta
Milk this game 'til it's sour
Why I gotta do the backstreets when it's hotter
Even though the boy smooth sellin' like Prada, speak up
The tool yellin' like, holla, y'heard me?
Got the fools bailin' like Jackie, Kersee
You try join him, I can help you with that
I'm important in rap but I'm special with gats
You know the young god bless you in fact, like you sneezed or somethin'
Even with a stack of money in they hand, they ain't squeezin' nothin'
I'm Weezy f_ck it
Leave a motherf_cker wheezin' when I asthma pump him, yeah
And I don't ask for nothin' boy, I only ask them buggy boy
And as for money, watch the young god turn cash to money
Cuz that's him
[Chorus 2x: Lil' Wayne]
Yea, and we ain't stressin' 'bout sh_t
We grindin' like a mo'f_cker tryin' stay rich
The cops on my trail so my track I switch
See n_ggaz with money shouldn't act like this
Yeah, pimpin', there's some fraud 'round here
N_gga better stop hatin' before they disappear
I see the same ol' sh_t
and pop the same ol' sh_t 'til your neighborhood hit, b_tch
Disrespect that Nolia dogg
Them third world Hot Boy soldiers dogg
And make a n_gga understand
when you f_ckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan n_gga
I'm tryin' to make a few million
buy a few buildings, one day stop dealin'
And go and raise my children
Got it on my mind, that's the way a n_gga livin'
I bring ya back '84
Dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo' n_gga
Cuz we was doin' it dogg
Everybody gettin' money, we was doin' it dogg
Weezy, and I ride to the end of the road
and I'm hotter than a fire on the end of the fo'
and plenty times I had to get it from the flo'
But I made it to the ceilin' and every wall could hear me
And if these walls could talk, they probably cry
Like the strings on the guitar
And see you, you with that bullsh_t that's leighway to the do'
Only to cut off the lights, g'night
Look, it's Sunday, we in the hood gettin' our groove on
Every n_gga uptown gotta have they tool on
Yeah, and they Birdman'd down
N_gga represent the bling cuz I hold my own crown n_gga
Sh_t, a hood rich high clique
That come from the slums where they pack extra clips, I love 'em n_gga
the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em
and go and get some more dough, n_gga
Yeah, this grindin' to another linin' n_gga
Know what I'm sayin'?
If you in the way, you'll get moved over n_gga
Think I'ma let one of you b_tch n_ggaz stop me from gettin' a billion dollars n_gga?
F_ck ya and what ya made of n_gga
Y'understand? N_gga got a problem with this sh_t
That's your sh_t n_gga
S_ck a n_gga d_ck a die n_gga
Birdman, made man n_gga
Yeah, that's how it's goin' diggity n_gga
F_ck anything in between
If you in the line of duty n_gga you got your issue, feel me?