Don't Worry

She's so cold, somebody should of told ya

Don't get close, rigor mortis might set in

Cut abusers off like I do some dead ends

God couldn't use me in them spaces I was dead in

So he turned my life around away from all them dead ends

Stand for something or you might fall for a curse

Fast life ain't what you thought it was you got something worse

Sad life yo goal end up in a hearse

Soul woke up in the fire now you can't reverse

He won't cop a ring cuz he gotta hit first

You opened up wide and he got you a purse

Don't be mad at the man, you just quenched the playa's thirst