Lyrics:
surrounded by idolatry how do we fit the bill?!
Except by grace—thru faith, my baggage He made a claim
And told me that I was clean so now we have been
NO WORRIES
Music and lyrics by - David Pomeranz and Eddie Kilgallon
No Worries
's all good
No worries
Everything feels like it should
Like
beating
There won't be a day that goes by where I will not be grieving
David, how could you leave them
And before I could feel any anger
It was my turn
to find a better way, I've got a
Hustle still to get my pay before I hit bottom
Now some might say that I'm already there but who are
They to judge
shape the art of someone in the future
But that hook real fuckin catchy though.
Tanner
Hit it
I got that Brian David Gilbert energy
I got that brian
shot, I’mma hit the target
Had setbacks but we move regardless
Momma said never quit whatever you started
You reap what you sow, now it’s time I harvest
that ain't wanna shine with a nigga so I got on my grind
Yeah
Had to go get it right now by myself hit the block I won't wasting no time
Yeah
Now I got
you mean dawg?
Ever since that mothafuckin car hit you
Somethin' been wrong with you
You been a bit whistle off
Tempo ever since you
Popped out
Hit my target, yeah, target practice you know that I hit, take a shot, shoot another one, even then you know I'll probably never miss (Brrr)
Hit my
the tectonic plate shift I
Create is so great
That by the time you reach me the earthquakes
The booth was my birthplace
I'm used to the static
They say I got
hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from
hold that thought
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from the 4-4
Motherfuckers wanna act loco
Hit em with numerous shots from
the bullseye make it pop mark the target
Hit the bullseye make it pop mark the target
Hit the bullseye make it pop mark the target
Hit the bullseye make it pop
regardless, I can't regard it that bitch is pleasing
She like a car, I whip it and start it, that shit is easy
Aim at my target, yeah that is my target, hit him
on the block
Niggas thinkin its a joke
No Phillip, Todd
I go aimin with the locs
Hope i hit my target
But i dont mind if the
Family becomes a carcass
Uppercut
bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is
bitches, specialist lounging at the mosque
Suede kufi wrap, undercover dentist
Rhymes is made of garlic, never in the target when the NARCs hit
Rumor is
Kaepernick practice sock
One ball and half a dick, Apple Watch
Crack for an axle, walked in a Bass Pro Shop with David Hasselhoff
Pulled Tabasco sauce out
to speed it up
Her coochie hit the target Made it fart because I beat it up
Hit the gas, going fast, I'm in that fast lane
I go by Jmoney Please don't call
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
a target on my back
Got a
Got a target on my back yea
Got a
Got a target on my back
Yeah
But it ain't no going back now
Trapped by that PornHub till He
rip up flows that
make an MC stop and chill and say HE'S ALL THAT
Hardcore no R&B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad... down with the head banger
We gotta eat everybody ah target when i go off then they know that im on it
Home Run Hits Entertainment
Tranquilo beats whats good
We gotta eat
in the dope hole
Soon as that package get on my block
Soon as we get it it go
I ain't wit that rap shit give my glock
I'm trynna hit at the pope
Nigga
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