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]