Don’t Worry

Don't worry...
Don't worry 'bout me I ain't worried 'bout you
Who is it you blame when they aiming at you
Ain't shit you can do when they aiming at you
Don't worry 'bout me I ain't worried 'bout you

[Hook: 2Pac]
Who can you blame smoking weed helps me take away the pain
So I'm hopeless, rolling down the freeway swerving
Don't worry, I'm 'bout to crash up on the curb
Don't don't worry, I'm 'bout to crash up on the curb

[Verse 1: Moi]
Was on hiatus for a minute
Wasn't sure if I rapped
All in all stopped what I did
No longer spitting on tracks
Listening to what we did
And just reflecting on that
Had to work on what what I had
Trying not to relive the past
Cause anything I ever built up, I dropped
Not scared of what it holds but
Who's on top of it to hold it cause
I was just doing what my homies thought was fun
And dreaming was the reason but I was the only one that
Chilled off the rap shit
Don't think that I fit
People look at me weird
And I don't think I like it
Already don't fit in
Already got bad skin
All of my faults already made me who the fuck I am but
My worries just get pushed back
Keep the weed and alcohol tucked up in my backpack
Next to all the college books that I ain't even look at
But sat in class and watched the girl
Who actually passed the damn class
Least of my worries, people dip in a hurry
Guilty of hitting that and
Then afterward she get worried
Like, "Where you been at Moi?
You fucked me the other night
And then ain't call back Moi
You think you cool with your raps?
You better check that boy
I know you not from the hood
And don't forget that boy"
Well, you don't know me and my past
I don't tell nobody shit, cause shit don't last

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Cano]

I remember my first whip in, Wrangler dippin'
And if we got beef
Then why we talking, chicken?
Bitches, tryna be dominate like Mulan
They come back to my place
And be submissive on my futon
People think we rich but
We just balling off some groupons
Smoking on that salad shit but
I forgot the croutons
So who are, [?] get out the greenery
Cause everytime I smoke
It takes me to another scenery
Where synonyms and syllables are decimate
Only thing that matter is residuals and decimals
Yea I lost touch with God for a moment
'Till I noticed that the world was filled
With too many components now I know this
My hustle's like Russell, Simmons I been in
Feel like Timmy Turner I'm crimson, I'm chinnin'
Definition, I'm feeling like a hero who's winnin'
Though I rarely go to church just know
I'm always in the mission, so
Don't let these people tell you wrong (fuck em!)
You got enough on your plate lil homie! (Lil homie!)
And I just hope by the end of the song
That the vibe begetters don't worry
We all we all we all we all we all
Want to be someone better (I know I do)
But in the end does it really matter much
If we don't try to stay together

[Hook]