worry 'bout yourself baby
i'll be good
i just wanna die in peace tonight
you can see it in my face
so i wear my hood
feeling like it's five degrees tonight
everybody cold where i come from
cut your mans down
you was looking for a come up
next summer
i'll be on a island
with your bitch and a bottle
and a pocket full of numbers
don't stutter
slang from the gutter
gotta' bang for ya' butter
got my name from my mother
no other
shining thru' the shutter
say she over me
whatever cause she underneath my cover
bet you wish you had my flow
i know i'm dope
i could ask your hoe
bet you wish you got me mad
you don't
you won't
not never
stop blowing up my phone
you wanna run that shit back for me?
worry 'bout yourself baby
i'll be good
i just wanna die in peace tonight
you can see it in my face
so i wear my hood
feeling like it's five degrees tonight
everybody cold where i come from
cut your mans down
you was looking for a come up
next summer
i'll be on a island
with your bitch and a bottle
and a pocket full of numbers