ain't worried bout shit

ha. i'm. so cool

yeah nigga

stand one

blow one nigga

bird. man

i promise you

we gon' give 'em what they want 'til they come get us nigga

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 nigga

and it got to be the best of the best

one

come one shorty

get with me nigga

see i

ride when i gotta

grind cause 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

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 fuck it

leave a motherfucker wheezin' when i asthma pump him

yeah

and i don't ask for nothin' boy

i only aston buggy boy

and as for money

watch the young god turn cash to money

it's that simple

yea

and we ain't stressin' 'bout shit

we grindin' like a mo'fucker tryin' stay rich

the cops on my trail so my track i switch

see niggas with money shouldn't act like this

yeah

pimpin'

there's some fraud 'round here

nigga better stop hatin' before they disappear

i see the same ol' shit

and pop the same ol' shit 'til your neighborhood hit

disrespect that nolia dawg

them third world hot boys soldiers dawg

and make a nigga understand

when you fuckin' with a soldier with the grandmaster plan

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 nigga livin'

i bring you back to '84

dope game jumpin' when the water hit the flo'

cause 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 ceiling and every wall could hear me

and if these walls could talk

they'd probably cry

like the strings on the guitar

and see you

you with that bullshit that's leeway to the do'

only to cut off the lights

g'night

look

it's sunday

we in the hood gettin' our groove on

every nigga uptown gotta have they tool on

yeah

and they birdman'd down

niggas represent the bling cause i hold my own crown nigga

shit

a hood rich high clique

that come from the slums where they pack extra clips

i love 'em nigga

the only way that we know is how to flip and rescore 'em

and go and get some more dough

nigga

yeah

this grindin' to another linin' nigga

know what i'm sayin'?

if you in the way

you'll get moved over nigga

think i'mma let one of you bitch niggas stop me from gettin' a billion dollars nigga?

fuck ya and what ya made of nigga

y'understand? nigga got a problem with this shit

that's your shit nigga

suck a nigga dick a die nigga

birdman

made man nigga

yeah

that's how it's goin' diggity nigga

fuck anything in between

if you in the line of duty nigga you got your issue

feel me?

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