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Why Worry
Isaiah Rashad Lyrics


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Too busy livin' big
Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
Drop top on all my whips
Ain't none these hoes my bitch
Ain't none these hoes my gig

Can't even hold my piss
Oh, that's your family, yo man?
When? How could you stand 'em?
He always try take advantage of a nigga
There the mink is
Bills paid for the shrink is
Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
Sober so far and shrinkin'
Smokin' out my new Lincoln, baby

Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the funk at? Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, yeah, wayment

Gps another spot
Where the funk at?
Uh, follow me, huh, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Pullin' up like uncles, chuck it out my window
Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
I got a blindfold where I'm aimin' at with no specifics
Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin'
Talkin' like you ballin'

Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
Bitch, know I know you
From frozens and black soap operas
My mob is slim as my goddess
You can't reach the top and everybody
I got things in order, who important
You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
My perch and dome like, I'm in my zone right
Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) ay, yeah

Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
Where the funk at? Follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me, wayment

Gps another spot
Where the funk at?
Yeah follow me, yeah
With all that money on your head
Bet it's trackers on your phone
Yeah, follow me

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Overall Meaning

In the song "Why Worry" by Isaiah Rashad, the artist talks about his busy life of enjoying luxury and trapping, and how he's too busy to worry about the people around him. He boasts about his material possessions such as his cars, and asserts that he doesn't owe anything to any woman in his life. The artist then delves into people around him, questioning why his friends would take advantage of him and taking jabs at those who try to act like they know him or his lifestyle when in reality they only hear it from others or through his music.


He then talks about how he's made his money and how he's learned to be cautious about people who may try to track him down because of his wealth. The artist questions the value of his relationships, including those with his family, stating that he's more concerned about his money and new possessions. He acknowledges his own success, but also takes shots at those who may try to ride on his success and act like they know him, but are really just pretending to be his friend.


Overall, the song paints a picture of a man who is focused on living life to the fullest and succeeding in his own right, but who is also cautious about the people around him who may try to use him for his success.


Line by Line Meaning

Too busy livin' big
I am too preoccupied with pursuing a luxurious lifestyle


Too busy checkin' of my list of shit I never did
I am too consumed with trying out new things that I forget to live in the moment


Drop top on all my whips
All my cars have open tops that give me a feeling of freedom


Ain't none these hoes my bitch
I am not in a committed relationship or controlled by anyone


Ain't none these hoes my gig
No woman or thing is my main focus or source of income


Can't even hold my piss
I am too busy to even go to the bathroom


Oh, that's your family, yo man?
I do not have a strong connection with anyone, not even family or close friends


When? How could you stand 'em?
I struggle to tolerate or be around people for long periods of time


He always try take advantage of a nigga
People are always trying to use me for their own benefit


There the mink is
I own expensive mink fur clothing


Bills paid for the shrink is
I have enough money to afford therapy or counseling


Lay back and calm your thinkin'
Take a break from being busy and clear your mind


Ink pens, ink blot, I'm sinkin'
I am drowning in my own thoughts and ideas


Sober so far and shrinkin'
I am becoming less and less sober as time passes


Smokin' out my new Lincoln, baby
I am smoking marijuana in my new Lincoln car


Yeah, yeah, dollar signs in the mornin'
I wake up thinking about money


Where the funk at? Follow me, yeah
Let's go look for a good time or a party


With all that money on your head
You are putting yourself in danger by showing off your wealth


Bet it's trackers on your phone
People are monitoring your activities and location


What about our friendship, what about our kinship?
Are you valuing our relationship as friends or family?


Pullin' up like uncles, chuck it out my window
I am disregarding people who try to approach me like family


Worried 'bout my M's and my new utensils
I am preoccupied with maintaining my wealth and acquiring new material possessions


Ho, just be gentle when we swervin' that, this ain't a rental
Drive carefully because this is my own car, not a rental


I got a blindfold where I'm aimin' at with no specifics
I have vague plans or goals that I don't know how to achieve


Now life is? For those who spite me with them false advices
People who gave me false advice are now unhappy with my success


Bootleggin' my CD, talkin' 'bout you bunkin'
People are stealing and distributing my music without permission


Talkin' like you ballin'
Pretending to live a luxurious lifestyle


Talkin' 'bout you got it, pattin' on my pocket
You are pretending to have money and trying to make me feel uncomfortable about my wealth


Bitch, know I know you
I am aware of your true intentions and character


From frozens and black soap operas
I am familiar with low-quality products and entertainment


My mob is slim as my goddess
I only have a few loyal friends or associates


You can't reach the top and everybody
Not everyone is capable of achieving success and fame


I got things in order, who important
I have my priorities straight and know who is important in my life


You ain't Uncle Bobby, or my cousin Risha
You are not a trusted family member or friend


Please don't lean on me, bitch, I'm vibin'
Do not depend on me, I am enjoying my own space and energy


Please don't pretend, can't depend on me
Do not fake a relationship with me, I am not trustworthy


But bitch I got it, I'm on fire
I am successful and on top of my game


You so Shang Tsung like, you switch like on lights
You are untrustworthy and change your behavior quickly


For all the chrome right, I'm gone and won't write
Despite having a fancy car, I am still focused on my success and won't waste my time


My perch and dome like, I'm in my zone right
I am comfortable and confident in my current state


Oh, he good, drop-top my Lincoln
I am doing well and enjoying my new car


Fuck I was thinkin'? (Oh, we should) ay, yeah
What was I thinking? Let's continue to enjoy ourselves


Yeah, yeah, yeah
An expression of excitement or affirmation


Yeah
Shortened expression of 'yes'


Yeah, yeah, yeah
An expression of excitement or affirmation




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Isaiah McClain

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