Yeah yeah O
Don't worry bout it I got
Don't worry bout it I
Yeah
Don't worry bout it I got em
I ain't scared
I've been to rock bottom so there ain't much I can fear
You want the smoke
Better prepare
Cuz on the mic I'ma Savage I'll go toe to toe with a bear
Don't worry bout it I got em
I got em
I got em
I got em
Don't worry bout it I got em
You think you fly I'ma swatter
You just a pig in a slaughterhouse I do this for my daughters
Don't worry bout it I got em
Hip hop's like Tupac
It ain't never really died
I'm in the boondocks with a boom box
Every body gonna know when OMeezy arrives
And all the homies get a cut of my piece of the pie
Gimme a mic so I can give you a piece of my mind
I need support so I don't fall when I reach for the sky
This life's a puzzle I'ma build it one piece at a time
And RIP Nip
One of the realest to exist
They dont want us to resist so don't be surprised if they make a GTA 6 to distract us
I don't trust Banks money in a mattress
I be smoking on the dank only in the backwoods
I can't even front everything is backwards
Cops shoot first then investigate after
That don't make sense do it
Locked up I done been thru it
Cuffed up in a cell feeling like I'm in hell
Babby momma said I hit her but I didn't do it
Pen and paper all I had just to get me thru it
23 and 1 that was no problem
If it wasn't for the music I think I would loose it
But I ain't even worries cuz you know I got em
I ain't scared
I've been to rock bottom so there ain't much I can fear
You want the smoke
Better prepare
Cuz on the mic I'ma Savage I'll go toe to toe with a bear
Don't worry bout it I got em
I got em
I got em
I got em
Don't worry bout it I got em
You think you fly I'ma swatter
You just a pig in a slaughterhouse I do this for my daughters
Don't worry bout it I got em
860
CT on the map
See, me I'ma scrap I ain't never had a strap but I'm liable to snap
Hit me in the Gram on the Snap
With an open hand I'ma smack
Fire out the game cuz it's wack if you wanna say something then say it on wax
Feeling like the purge with a bat
Tuxedo on gloves and a mask
Cut em up throw em I'm the trash them I go about my day cuz it's time for the cash
But I'm running from my past
Ef 12 they can kiss my (kiss my)
If you want me you better fast cuz as soon as they flash I'ma turn into the flash
And they ain't gon catch me
Little do they know I'ma athlete
They gon have to send a dog to attack me
Cuz I ain't taking another ride in the back seat
So I pick up the pace
I'm on the way
I'm on a chase
Judge on my case
I'm in a lake
Mom I'm ok so please don't worry
I got em
I ain't scared
I've been to rock bottom so there ain't much I can fear
You want the smoke
Better prepare
Cuz on the mic I'ma Savage I'll go toe to toe with a bear
Don't worry bout it I got em
I got em
I got em
I got em
Don't worry bout it I got em
You think you fly I'ma swatter
You just a pig in a slaughterhouse I do this for my daughters
Don't worry bout it I got em