Don't Worry

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Kayo Man

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Fourth quarter type shit
You know?
Fourth quarter...
I tried to search for it, but I already had it
Shit getting catastrophic
They was thinking I'm average
I put some distance between myself and my family
I was just feeling alone
Felt like nobody had me
You know that God got me on a stopwatch
The opps wanna see me laying in a pine box
The OGs salute me
I'm getting my block hot
They throw a parade in the hood when my shit drop
I gotta go harder
Ain't taking no pit stops
Check the wrist watch
I'm going up now
These bitches be dancing to me on they TikTok
My youngin/ be wildin' man
He might just catch a body in his flip flops
Smokin this zaza
I got bitches with me and they lip locked
I'm on a whole other wave
I told you I ain't playing witcha
And if my brother don't get you
I probably got another shooter to get ya
I don't be feeling niggas
So it's f*ck him and f*ck everybody that's with him
She better not get no makeup on my clothes when we f*ck
'Cause I'm rocking a denim
This shit expensive baby
I got the no no going crazy
I got too too crazy
I got true man on a payroll
But he'll shoot for no payment
I got lil mama wanna f*ck in the club
Like she wanna have my baby...
Yeah, this shit too real
No more X, she poppin' the blue pill
Don't mean to boast
I ball like Mahomes
I got the new deal
If you ain't one of my brothers
I really don't care 'bout how you feel
I know that you can't tell my bitch rocking Chanel-nel
I just took off
I ain't give 'em a farewell
My brother got locked up and he ain't got no bail
That's why I keep speaking
I'm giving em hope still
I got the labels hanging by my coat tail
You blow off a single, your album ain't do sales
Oh well...
I just fucked a Lil baddie I met at the hotel
I'm spinnin' they block and I'm giving 'em hell
You ain't show love
Why you calling my cell
Choppa gone sing like Adele
Still tryna talk to the youth
Wanna see em prevail
You ain't from here, I can tell
Most of my dawgs in the trenches or locked in a cell
I was still broke but I sent you that commissary
'Cause I know them niggas ain't real
Know they some bitches
They dressed up like Tyler Perry, we gone put em all on the shelf
You don't wanna see yo nigga make it
How come you fix your face to tell me it's all love, but you really hatin?
How come when I turn my back you always snaking?
How come you never bump me on the low?
How come you ain't never tell me that I would make it?
That's how I know you was fakin'
That's how I know you was hatin'
Turnt up bitch, I made it
I tried to search for it, but I already had it
Shit getting catastrophic
They was thinking I'm average
I put some distance between myself and my family
I was just feeling alone
Felt like nobody had me

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