A$AP Twelvyy - Lords Never Worry lyrics

(Intro) I get my breath together, drop that sh** (Verse 1: A$AP Nast) From a crack hole down in hell’s gates To a new breathe of air and a brighter day It some lighter way I feel good enough to buy a bunch of real estate Move my momma outta state Why? Cause this the new power anthem And n***a, we the new Black Panthers, b**h Get your hands up, we in it for the ransom Money, power, respect, blocks gave us the answer New world order sh**, always strive and prosper I know God is watchin’ over me Wash away my sins now I’m in this b**h a longer stay A$AP n***a, tell my gonzo that I’m on my way In a hurry, f** a hater, I just gotta tie my lace Close my eyes, I’m outer-space Huh, cause this the new power anthem And n***a we the new Black Panthers b**h get your hands up Yeah, they say lords never worry Real lords never worry, real lords never worry, not k** y’all, never worry Real lords never worry, hard on February, huh Ugh, we the new Black Panthers, yeah We the new Black Panthers, real lords never worry (Verse 2: A$AP Twelvyy) I bet the Lord never worried Couple n***as buried Man the good die young, gun shots and it’s blurry So I’m off in a hurry I ain’t forcin’ no jerk to convince me Trill sh**, I’m tryna stay pig free Got a budget for the lawyer, it’s my freedom on the corner It ain’t worth it, making history is more important My thoughts is soarin’, smokin’ power Mighty Morphin’ tripped the vegee in the mornin’ Gettin’ jiggy with a foreign Look I just finished tourin’, world wide residential All started with a pencil, now my suites presidential Layed up with a bad b**h that never had sh** All these bags and gold, she think I’m mad rich Now I’m average, simple and I’m humble Bring your cameras to the hood, takin’ pictures of the jungle Man it’s all thugs out here, all Bloods out here You with a real rice so it’s all love out here (Verse 3: A$AP Rocky) I wrote this sh** in business cla**, gave me jet lag This for years of oppressions and the set backs This for chinks, n***as, j**s, and the wetbacks Crackers, towel heads, and I can’t forget the last, f*gs This is Huey Newton with the Uzi shootin’ The trill Martin Luther finna spark the Ruger Malcolm X’s m**m army marchin’ to ya Flacko bring the chopper to ya, preacher screamin’ hallelujah Dear Mr. President, I’m the sh** No hope for the kids Young Blood was a thug, caught slugs from a Crip My Father, God Father, our Father Glocks in the air, Hiiipower This is Kendrick off to visit Jimi’s watch tower A long it, seems like Martin dreamin’ for the longest n***as I do songs with is the same that I put on with Stupid with my flow because biters, they be on it It’s safe to say you stole it n***a ever since I loaned it Cause I only let you hold it, now you frontin’ like you own it I know it (Shorty’s gonna be a thug) Said he’s gonna be (A GNT saw the blood) I’m a young lord, that’s the bottom line Gold grills, black nails, little n***as out of line, huh?