Testo Worried About You

I'm beating a nigga ass (Oh)
Don't worry 'bout a nigga (Ooh)

Don't worry 'bout me, no
I'm still in these streets, yeah
Put you down in them sheets, yeah
Atlanta dreams, yeah
Got my first iced out ring That [?] glass just like [?]
Haters on me and them Ben Franklins again
We on a island, peaceful and mild
Freaks only, you should try it
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In the fast lane and I'm driving
Private jet 'cause I'm private
Pressure, I apply it
Our lifestyle exotic