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willtharapper – don’t be nervous lyrics

[intro]
it’s crazy i gotta tell n-gg-s this sh-t like they forgot

[verse 1]
look where i made it to, with the same n-gg-s i started with
double-s-o just a quote but they know we a gang and they want be a part of it
another city in another state
another pay on another stage
swear that these raps like a book ’bout my life that i’m writing and each song another page
i guess my mixtape like a novel huh
chose to lead and a few chose to follow up
on stage with my squad, f-ck an entourage
we don’t need no security follow us
and we smoke heavy dope, put them bottles up
came in here with some b-tches, no models but
they the baddest and f-ck with the realest youngin
won’t see me on a song if i feel they bluffin’
his name buzz on the street, i ain’t heard it youngin
not a lick, not a move, i ain’t heard of nothing
n-gg-s taking these ranks but ain’t showing nothing
youngin’s lost, they ain’t learn about earning nothing
out in the streets it’s two type of n-gg-s
ones who show love when they see potential
take you to the stu, toss you instrumentals
put that word in your ear like, “son you an issue”
then it’s n-gg-s who see your potential
would only reach out when that sh-t been official
but them type of n-gg-s same n-gg-s who diss you
or sorry -ss suckers, don’t feel sentimental
just k!ll ’em myself, play they part with my own smarts
f-ck them n-gg-s, this my own art
give a f-ck where they from, got my own start
give a f-ck who you with, got my own heart

[hook]
and i don’t know what they told y’all
got a 40 stuffed in my coat dog
if you walk down, don’t approach wrong
if you look wrong i might blow dog, so look
i done came up on a lot of money
i done ran down on a lot of dummies
they want take my sh-t but ain’t got it from me
they hatin’ for what, man you gotta love me

[verse 2]
woah, look, i used to flex, but now my arms hurt
look, your b-tch stop sucking, i guess her jaws hurt
look, a n-gg- keep hatin’, i guess his pockets hurt
hating don’t make you no paper, so why be a hater?
don’t know how his wallet work
f-ck the talk, show the profit first
f-ck a friend, where that cash at?
f-ck a job, where my mask at?
f-ck a tweet and a hashtag
we just whoop your -ss and look past that
120, i dash that
if it costs racks, i’ma cash that
your b-tch on my d-ck, i’ma smash that
and these verses, i’ma crush that
boy i shoot fast, i don’t bust back
mama said get a job and give up rap
but my fans and myself, we like f-ck that
in the field tryna score, f-ck a touchback
get a gun, if you don’t better rush back
my b-tch told me i’m smoking too much pack
but my thoughts be too loud, gotta hush that
b-tches think i ain’t sh-t and they all wrong
i ain’t saying i’m sweet, this the wrong song
hit that p-ssy, i stay if it’s choice
if she tryna force some relations i’m long gone
cause i’m in the streets from sun to night
i’m just tryna eat, get my money right
i ain’t changing my ways for not none of y’all
not unless that sh-t gon’ change my mama’s life

[outro]
cause my mama deserve it
i swear my mama deserve it
i’m back in the booth
now these n-gg-s look nervous

- willtharapper lyrics

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