Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rashid Zahir Whitfield
Songwriter
Lyrics
Iso
Don't worry bout nothing they gone try to stop you
They scared you might turn to a beast
I hate that its true but some people who close
That be trying to support you the least
Everyday Eid when it come to the music was hungry
Now I'm bout to feast
I'm praying I'm grinding cant settle for less with my passion
I'm cooking up heat
Don't worry bout nothing they gone try to stop you
They scared you might turn to a beast
I hate that its true but some people who close
That be trying to support you the least
Everyday Eid when it come to the music was hungry
Now I'm bout to feast
I'm praying I'm grinding cant settle for less with my passion
I'm cooking up heat
And it's all a blessing I roll up no stressing cause that really make me go hard
Used to be hooping with savages getting my game up off West Blvd
I need a house with a gate on the lake and a pool in the back of the yard
Never forget when I fell off my bike but I got right back up left me scarred
Don't tell my problems if we having convos I let it all out in the booth
Moving too slow I can't think about negative shit I'm just telling the truth
One day they gone see my name on the grammies I'm really gone turn to a star
I hit my plug and he bless with exotic he serve me my gas with a jar
I got some customs from Surg
Niggas ain't dripping like me
Breaking through I'm on the verge
All of my haters gone see
Pull up to Lenox and splurge
When we get off quarantine
Shawty she really got nerve
I put it all in her spleen
Don't worry bout nothing they gone try to stop you
They scared you might turn to a beast
I hate that its true but some people who close
That be trying to support you the least
Everyday Eid when it come to the music was hungry
Now I'm bout to feast
I'm praying I'm grinding cant settle for less with my passion
I'm cooking up heat
Don't worry bout nothing they gone try to stop you
They scared you might turn to a beast
I hate that its true but some people who close
That be trying to support you the least
Everyday Eid when it come to the music was hungry
Now I'm bout to feast
I'm praying I'm grinding cant settle for less with my passion
I'm cooking up heat
Writer(s): Rashid Whitfield
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com