Noe the Chief - Worry for the Weak Lyrics

My criminal record
Keep me from a job
A hustla mindset
I dont steal or rob
Just keep moving forward
And keep faith in God
Only the realest Gs on my side
Struggle and strife
Trying to survive
Took too many losses
Cuz i kept getting high
Learning to manage my money
Not worried bout others
Just worried bout mine
No mo play
Just serious grind
Dont waste no money
Cuz money is time
Only look forward
No need to rewind
Jus keep stacking bread
Til you satisfied
Some bitch niggaz scared
So they just be quiet
Hoe ass niggaz
That cheer from the side
When shit jump off
They scatter and hide
Your niggaz retreat
My niggaz riot
My niggaz sellin
Your niggaz buyin
Yall shit weak
Yall should stop tryin
The rap game
Is full of lames
Its a damn shame
Stop me when im lying
No mo
Weak dances
Auto tune
Drill
Or nursery rhymes
No hope for the f*cking future
If the blind
Leading the blind
They quick to turn their shoulder
When you fall
Or stuck in a bind
Wanna reap all the rewards
But weren't part of the f*ckin grind
Hard work
Pays off in due time
For those who wait in line
The more effort
You're putting in
Is the mo
That you gonna shine
You either win or you learn
Aint no such thang as a loss
Just gotta wait on your turn
Never seen a
Overnight boss
Every time that i feel off
Always rose back to my feet
Hustle's only for the strong
Worry is for the weak
To all the people that hate me
Just know
Im loosing no sleep
Im well protected by my heat
In these cold
Htown streets
Never caught
Rolling too deep
Cuz niggaz love to gossip
When they speak
Spreading rumors
Quick to hide
Behind a tweet
Instagram flexing
Aint what they post to
Claim to be
Cyber thugs
Getting obese
Full of social media beef
Quick to catch
The holy ghost
When they see ya
Out in the streets
All the sudden
They vegans
Coming up
With excuses
And reasons
First ones talkin shit
Always be the first ones leaving
Pussy ass niggaz
Hollering and screaming
As they retreat
Got they chest poked out
Talking out the side of they mouth
The wise will listen twice
And rethink
Before they talk
Dont judge a book
By its cover
Ive seen the least
Do the most
Nowadays
The realest souls
Get treated like ghosts
No respect for the old
Love to praise
The bitchmade
Show no salute
For the bold
We the last of a dying breed
That wont break bend or fold
You either win or you learn
Aint no such thang as a loss
Just gotta wait on your turn
Never seen a
Overnight boss
Every time that i feel off
Always rose back to my feet
Hustle's only for the strong
Worry is for the weak