Don't Worry Bout Mine

[Talking] Yeah, crock bull and the Crooked Big E oin the track, you know I'm saying That's all I'm saying, (it's a Big E beat) Yeah, doing my thang though, know I'm saying S.U.C. in here, yeah aiight what [Big Pokey] Say me, I'm just doing my thang though Crocks on, wife beater linen looking good in my Kango 4-5 on the hip, you know how this game go The outside's jelly, but the inside's mango Don't watch me watch your weight, if you hate I got enough ammo, to body rock the state Don't worry bout me mayn, I got that covered And the block is like pork chops, I got that smothered When my kush is tasting like, and these bricks I run But what you can do, is stay up out my mix that come Crock bull count cash, on the regular homie Even when I'm hitting corners, on the cellular homie Get your mind off me, and get it on your money Cause I'mma ball and parlay, when it's grey or sunny I'm the real deal, you niggas funny bunny Fake ass niggas 'feit, like they funny money [Hook - 2x] (don't worry bout mine, worry bout yours - [4x]) I'm not worried about you, I'm not worried I'm not worried I'm just worried about me, I'm just worried about myself [Z-Ro] Too many problems, on my mind Living shife, is starting to be a full time grind I'm just trying, to live my life And when I die, I hope I see Jesus Christ Fuck people, cause all these people don't treat me right They say they love me, but they shoot me right between my eyes Bitch if you ain't screwed up, lace your shoes up We stationary, like a statue that you can't move up I'm 87-32, better known as a Hoover Mind your bidness my nigga, I'll run my fist all the way through ya Fuck around and kill one of these nosey ass niggas and bitches if they make Cause they can smell it in Sunnyside, when I pass gas in Katy Ya'll ain't write none of my songs, so why in the fuck is ya'll on stage with me And when I get a retrial and start back blazing, ya'll can't blaze with me They on the dick of Joseph McVey, so focused on me They can't do what they need to do, for them through they day and it's fucked up [Hook - 2x] [Z-Ro] I never had love for a bitch, I'm about my money Too many years, I done paid the price You must be smoking, if you think I'mma make you my wife And I never had love for a nigga, I'm about my money Even if they murder me, I ain't going nowhere Turn up the volume to the radio, I'll be right there I'm not worried about yoooooou I'm just worried about meeeeeee I'm not worried about yoooooou I'm just worried about meeeeeee, heeeey [Hook - 2x] Don't worry bout mine, worry bout yours - [8x]