No Worries – GlokkNine

I got Rudy, he keep rushing me

I told my mama, don’t be worried how we maneuver, we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, in case he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I’m a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and nigga they can’t stop ’em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothafuckin problem
Told ’em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn’t prosper

Lord show me another way, these men don’t solve my problems
Lowkey feel like genocide, I lost another partner
Reapin’ what I sow, but what I sow to my shotta
These nigga gotta go, even if it cost me every dollar
Real mad man, you a real bad man
I ain’t never had a Florida boy to follow what it is
[?]
I gotta stay afloat, I know they want me Rest in Piss
Forever, I’m the shit and it’s forever with them jits
Niggas not steppin, they just shoot and say they did
Got shot at more than 7 times, not once did I get hit
Thank you Lord but that’s a sign, I gotta switch the way I live
You try my whole steppin’ grounds, the O a battlefield
Them other jits just tried to [?]
Lay low for a couple months, or better yet, some years
I’d rather switch the style than have [?] filled with tears
Row your boat and nigga, just don’t get banana peeled
I’m knowing all the drops, but nigga police say for real
I ain’t got no opps, but lil bro pick a side, these niggas kill
My nigga died, I’m thinking suicide, but I’mma live

I told my mama, don’t be worried how we maneuver, we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, incase he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I’m a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and nigga they can’t stop ’em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothafuckin problem
Told ’em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn’t prosper

I’m living bout no handouts, ain’t nobody give me shit
You dropped them raggedy ass goals, and went back off on yo dick
You out here flaggin’ to these hoes, keeping 9 name in the mix
And I remember I was broke, but I ain’t going back to it
I remember breaking into them stores, we on the road, tryna hit licks
And I’ll give a nigga straight shots, and I ain’t talking bout no liq’
Went on the same time and now watch you tryna beef about a bitch
I’m talkin way back in the pound, when it was me, Mick and Lil Rick
I sent a screenshotted the plot, ain’t no way we could blick
My bitch done screenshotted that guy, he in her DM talkin’ shit
Sayin’ this and that bout 9 and how I’m just a duplicate
You can’t convict me off no rhyme, ’cause all that rap street shit mixed
Like A [?] .45 hit yo’ eyes and make you flat
Black lives matter but I’ll take one, if a nigga think I’m a bitch
It ain’t no hate shit going on, you can’t go wrong, you in my clique
And for them niggas we got drums, straight cannons, just call that Nick
When we on tour, you can’t hang out nowhere, that shit get blitzed
I’m talking do that now he took [?] now talk yo’ shit
Your friend get ruined while we rap, now you rap, you bloody bitch
I thought the man ruling the streets, was keeping silence, never snitched

I told my mama, don’t be worried how we maneuver ,we be strapped up
Blackouts, 3 hundreds, 556, incase he act up
Never need a crew, by my lonesome, I’m a monster
Take it up with you, and whoever want a problem
Teaching like a [?] school, and nigga they can’t stop ’em
Boosie Badazz, jit a mothafuckin problem
Told ’em back, back, he go hard for every dollar
I got money stored away for times I couldn’t prosper