JUICETHERIDDLER - Worrisome.

Why do they worry bout me
Why do they worry bout me
Why they worry
Why they worry, mmm, mmm
I'll forever hold it down for pops and shit
Even through a pandemic, the plan is get pockets thick
And you sitting here, whining bout the way I see things
Oh, you messy, you lame, Juice you stuck in yo ways, I'll admit it
Young nigga hardheaded, I ain't proud of it
Still gotta vendetta on my ex, I ain't proud of it
Lookin' past the fact that I'm blessed, I ain't proud of it
I can be a total mess, I ain't proud of it
Pops still gotta get another surgery, the way things used to be it's still hurting me
Never was a happy family, my mother turned crazy
And I came home without a couch and TV
Had a PSP phone, she gave it to Aunt Margaret
I was lil nigga seein' shit I thought I'd never see
Visitation rights every other week
She took the door off the henges, I walked out and she called the police
Niggas dying in the streets everyday
and you worry bout decisions I make and what I say
Knee deep in the game, but you gotta keep the homestead safe
Balancing the highs and the lows, I just hope that I die slow
I wanna know what I'm on this Earth fo'
You should do the same, keep the real ones close
I'll forever hold it down for pops and shit
Even through a pandemic, the plan is get pockets thick
And you sittin' here spazzin' on me through audio messages
In a groupchat tryna flex, what u think this is
Nah, because you wanna take it there, let's take it there
Let's take it there, cause I'm sick, I'm sick of y'all
Let's take it there, if you wanna take it there
Let's take it there you stupid bitch
Oh, okay
Niggas ain't yo niggas they will gossip about you wit bitches
And when you gossip with bitches
You know the story switches like a light switch
Oh well, it is what it is, can't stand motherfuckers
Who don't own up to their shit
But that's expected, you felt like New New when Rashad took the necklace
All this animosity, sayin' ima freeloader, me
You don't even know, but did you know
Yo cousin asked me to sleep over
For that weekend and maybe this weekend, before she go back to college classes
I keep her motivated, cause her ex man is drainin'
All her energy, so obviously I bring her peace, capeesh
Niggas dying in the streets everyday
And you worry bout decisions I make and what I say
Knee deep in the game, but you gotta keep the homestead safe
Balancing the highs and the lows, I just hope that I die slow
I wanna know what I'm on this Earth fo'
You should do the same, keep the real ones close
Why they worry, mmm, mmm
Why they worry
Juice, shut the fuck up, because you a freeloader, you go to my bitch's house
All you do is provide her dick, you little bitch
She cook for you, she cleanin' her crib, and you spending the night
Hella nights at a time at her house
But you don't see me speak on it you freeloading ass mutha
Yeah, I'm finna bop out

Written by:
Justin Davis

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