No Worries

[Hook]
No worries I got this shit under control
Is what I tell myself
Young kid wanna be on the shelves
Rather die than getting some help
No worries I got this shit under control
Is what I tell myself
Young kid wanna be on the shelves
Rather die than getting some help

[Verse 1]
No worries I got this shit under control
Is what I tell myself
Looking at the clock it's past twelve
And when I die fuck it I
Wanna go to hell
Fucking breaking out a cell
Homie what you know about living life up in Griggs Street
All the homies meeting up behind the elementary
Driving up to Crane & Crane at Packwood Cemetery
Backpacks full of weed, something that is really heavy
All the people look at me cause I am someone that they envy
No one ready for this life but please just know that I am ready
Got a pocket full of racks cause they will never be empty
Fuck being rich, homie I wanna be wealthy
Hoping when I die I can be someone turning legendary
Being loyal to the game cause it is fucking necessary
All this mumbling in rap is driving all the OG's crazy
Lately mother fuckers never seem to care about the lyrics
Mimic one another, dye your hair, that's your appearance
Clearance on rappers most if not all of them should be fearing
The game and change the way and the fade that it is steering

[Hook 2]
No worries I got this shit under control
Is what I tell myself
Young kid wanna be on the shelves
Rather die than getting some help
No worries I got this shit under control
Is what I tell myself
Young kid wanna be on the shelves
Rather die than getting some help