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 sh** 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 sh** 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 f** 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 cla** and watched the girl Who actually pa**ed the damn cla** 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 f**ed 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 sh**, cause sh** 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? b**hes, 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 sh** 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 (f** 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]