Nigga I ain't worried bout nothing, nothing
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All this beefing bout nothing
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Niggas see me and say what's up
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Hold on, thought you niggas was thugging
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I got killers in my team, I just pass and they gonn shoot
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When you see them dreads like d rose,
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Better think what's under that suit
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Ha, I ain't worried bout nothing
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It's noth 2 or 3 of them guns in
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You will catch all 48 of them shots
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Idea niggas think I'm fronting
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Hunned bottles, hunned bitches,
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Yeah nigga I'm still in the trenches
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I pop that Bentley in front of my building
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And post right there on them benches
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I ain't never been scared nigga, couple niggas done bail on me
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Ever since my first gun, I been out here fully prepared homie
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And I bought that rock back, at the screens how I brought rock back
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With that raw coke, pinchin soda
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That's how I bought that rock back
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Then I saw my jeweler, dropped him off some mula
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Told him make that new piece, that all represent, true love
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I ain't worried bout nothing, never been worried bout nothing
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Never ran, never will, Brownsville shout out to all my cousins
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I been riding round through bethesda, crown heights and flat bush
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2 kilos on my neck with 10 blunts of that good kush.
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Aint Worried About Nothing
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| Memphis Bleek |
