I ain't worried bout the things that I don't see
You be hatin' on me for no reason
And I ain't worried bout the things that desert me
Cos all I do is keep workin' on my music
Put me in a quiet place I'm tryna meditate
I been worried but now I never really worry
I been feeding of the hate got me living great
I don't hesitate when it comes to makin' hits
What I do what I do to ya
How you gon hate on me when you don't know me
I got too many hatin' on my truth
I don't even see ya and I don't hear ya
I don't need fake friends better get the loot
Runnin to the money with the music that I bake
Everyday praying on my hustle get the juice
You don't understand my reasons for the cake
I just wanna get the money fill it in tank
I just keep on rubbin' hands like I'm Birdman
All these bitches ain't never gon get me
Coz I'm limited and you can never touch me
I ain't worried bout the things that I don't see
You be hatin' on me for no reason
And I ain't worried bout the things that desert me
Cos all I do is keep workin' on my music
Yeah, you know
I just wanna tell my mother that
Everything that I do
Is all for her
It ain't no longer for me
But it's only for her
If I die today I'm gon be the man
Put my mama in a mansion hey
I'm just worried bout the things that I wanna see
I been livin' in a shack gotta make it out
I'm a man with a vision I can never wait
Gotta keep my eyes on the prize every day
I ain't worried bout the things that I don't see
You be hatin' on me for no reason
And I ain't worried bout the things that desert me
Cos all I do is keep workin on my music