WillThaRapper - Don't Be Nervous lyrics

[Intro] It's crazy I gotta tell n***as this sh** like they forgot [Verse 1] Look where I made it to, with the same n***as 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** 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**hes, no models but They the baddest and f** 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***as 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***as 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***as who see your potential Would only reach out when that sh** been official But them type of n***as same n***as who diss you Or sorry a** s**ers, don't feel sentimental Just k** 'em myself, play they part with my own smarts f** them n***as, this my own art Give a f** where they from, got my own start Give a f** 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** 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**h stop s**ing, I guess her jaws hurt Look, a n***a 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** the talk, show the profit first f** a friend, where that cash at? f** a job, where my mask at? f** a tweet and a hashtag We just whoop your a** and look past that 120, I dash that If it costs racks, I'ma cash that Your b**h on my dick, 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** that In the field tryna score, f** a touchback Get a gun, if you don't better rush back My b**h told me I'm smoking too much pack But my thoughts be too loud, gotta hush that b**hes think I ain't sh** and they all wrong I ain't saying I'm sweet, this the wrong song Hit that p**y, 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** 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***as look nervous