[Verse]
Tenth grade, that's when I made up a plan to be the best, yeah
Same day, ironically I gave up what I was 'bout
False dreams of my inner self, I didn't have a thing left
I let Minato down on the road to a fake crown
These n***as tried to down me, these n***as tried to clown me
But I outworked all these n***as, bustin' heads, Richard Roundtree
But now I'm back, hot as ever, taking risks, jumpin' off treble
Me and my team been together, yes, nobody does it better
N***a, way back when I was still Tre, rope chain with a high fade
Same n***as that made fun of me is my biggest fans today
They didn't see a king in they presence at the time, too bad, what a shame
Been through a lot of bullshit and nearly all my friends still the same
I told my n***a Jay Smith, "You gotta kill all your videos"
Told Timothy when we shop at Gucci clothes, mine ain't gon' be next door
I lost it all before but now I got it all back
I lost a lot of people just last year but now they tryna crawl back
N***a, fall back, I ain't fuckin' with you
You already chose sides
Please go back on your side
You should've swallowed your pride, now it's too late
My God, what did I? Opened up the eighth gate
Channeled energy and got love
How you still consumed by the hate?
I'm the lil' engine that could
Dodo Vegas said I should
Wipe the floor with n***as, don't act like this ain't my hood
Please don't be misunderstood
Thinkin' that I just wan' hop on that stage and just spazz
Might give perfection a task
Scratchin' my vocals, then blend 'em, then drop on they ass
Then spit on them n***as like Tas
Never thought that I could pack out a show
Now they single-file lined up, waitin' for me at the door
That was my problem from a long, long time ago, yeah
I didn't believe
'Cause I let small n***as who ain't even from my city beef with Twitter fingers
You ain't nothin' but a vulture, n***a
Chunk the deuces like Obama, n***a
They say they ain't supporting like I give a fuck
I wrote a song for all you people that feel that way
Entitled to the beat, that's what's up (Yeah)
You can be mad as you want, n***a
'Cause I'm 'bout to be up, 'bout to be up, yeah

[Chorus]
I say hold up, wait a minute
Please tell me what you're thinkin'
Why do you let these n***as worry you?
Said you worry 'bout, worry 'bout, worry 'bout the wrong things
Said you worry 'bout, worry 'bout, worry 'bout the wrong things
I say hold up, wait a minute
Please tell me what you're thinkin'
Why do you let these n***as worry you?
Said you worry 'bout, worry 'bout, worry 'bout the wrong things
Said you worry 'bout, worry 'bout, worry 'bout the wrong things
Worry 'bout them things

[Outro]
Worry 'bout them things, yeah
Worry 'bout, worry 'bout, worry 'bout
Worry 'bout them things
Come to the village, yeah
Where dreams don't die, uh