Hakuna Matata

Yeah, yeah Yeah What the fuck is a lil' band to me? (OG Parker) Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar Now I got Gucci all over my collar I do this shit for my mothafuckin' mama My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar I can be evil, so don't even bother I'm not with the drama, got too many commas Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna Matata" Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar Now I got Gucci all over my collar I do this shit for my mothafuckin' mama My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar I can be evil, so don't even bother I'm not with the drama, got too many commas Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna Matata" I put the smoke from the weed in my body Saw my bro tweak off some mothafuckin' molly I feel amazin', can't nobody stop me My business is jumpin' like it's on an ollie Tryna explain it, but nobody get me Leavin' my homies that ain't comin' with me I give all this service, but nobody tip me They use me and move on as soon I'm empty I can't count a penny, a dollar, a bizzy I swipe for some thousands, my wallet got plenty Don't ask me for any, I'm sorry, I'm stingy I was this way from the fuckin' beginnin' They said I'm changin', I never agree Even with millions, I'm still DDG From the Pontiac streets, bought a mansion for me Niggas askin' for me, why they askin' for me? 'Cause I'm actually rich and I'm havin' it factually Ain't got no help, did it manually Millions and millions come annually I'm stackin' the paper up gradually What the fuck is a lil' band to me? I got a hundred K, randomly If he hatin', he a fan to me Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar Now I got Gucci all over my collar I do this shit for my mothafuckin' mama My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar I can be evil, so don't even bother I'm not with the drama, got too many commas Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna Matata" Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar Now I got Gucci all over my collar I do this shit for my mothafuckin' mama My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar I can be evil, so don't even bother I'm not with the drama, got too many commas Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna Matata" I don't mess with you 'cause I know you fake I'm droppin' these dollars, I know you gon' chase I'm keep it then pop the pot to, "Hakuna Matata" I struggled so hard, I made minimum wage So up, I'ma swerve the lanes I stay on my vibe, I stay in my lane I see that you livin' in LA, girl And I'm really not givin' no fucks 'bout fame Drip drown in a McLaren, I hit it (oh) You know she a ten or I smack it, I hit I swear, she on my radar I'm straight from Florida, gator Give a fuck 'bout what you think I can smell that you are just so right Chillin' in a mansion, you know this shit dancin' You know I got options, she ain't average, yeah I'm tarnished all the way These drugs are feelin' laced I hate society, I love each day awake That's a problem in my eyes, I hope it is synchronized You know I was a broke kid, so you see when I homeless, though Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar Now I got Gucci all over my collar I do this shit for my mothafuckin' mama My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar I can be evil, so don't even bother I'm not with the drama, got too many commas Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna Matata" Back in the day, I was broke with no dollar Now I got Gucci all over my collar I do this shit for my mothafuckin' mama My brother, my papa, my sister, I got ya Sharp as a needle, I'm really a scholar I can be evil, so don't even bother I'm not with the drama, got too many commas Not worried 'bout nada, "Hakuna Matata"