Don't Sweat It

Its gonna be alright

 

Don't sweat it or ever get the chance to regret it

I interfere with the chances of my life as a legend

Never thinkin' bout heaven, Cause life's already a question

Sick and sour the essence, Never feelin' father in my presence

Just a cocked and loaded weapon, ready to unleash my aggression

Mind is crooked like a crescent, Life's already well spent

Never heaven sent, Hell decent, Prove him that I'm not messin'

Sick and hell scented, Gettin' food as a present

 

Probability of my future is the matter

Never have true friends and I never had her

Losing my power and the strength as a man

Got this gun in my hand and a gram of this strand

I'm like a sieve and the sand

 

Too sick for the potion so I leave like the law of motion

nothings gonna stop it I'll just keep with the flowin'

See where I'm going and hopefully ill be growing

And if you gotta fuckin problem ill just get to fuckin throwing, Bitch

 

Its gonna be alright

 

I already told him how it be, Messin' with a MC

I'll leave you MC squared and leave you fuckin' despaired

Lookin' off the glare and seeing' that nobody fuckin cared

People really change, ill exchange for some loose change

 

I'm Hussein and I'm Bruce Wayne, Who's sayin'

I'll get to ruthless slayin' and I'm never ever payin'

I'm the super sayain Mike Tyson, and ill still get to bitin'

i'm the flow fighting, microphone titan

make the bitches pussy tighten

 

Not everybody born in the good leaves them wealthy

I'm still worrying about staying full and staying healthy

never pay for food with my twenties, got my weed game plenty

Always stayin' classy and stayin' trendy

but I'm actually white trash and stayin' sweaty so check me