A$AP Twelvyy, A$AP Rocky, A$AP Nast - Lords Never Worry lyrics

I get my breath together, drop that shit

From a crack hole down in hell's gates
To a new breathe of air and a brighter day
It some lighter way
I feel good enough to buy
A bunch of real estate
Move my momma outta state
Why? Cause this the new power anthem
And nigga, we the new Black Panthers, bitch
Get your hands up, we in it for the ransom
Money, power, respect
Blocks gave us the answer
New world order shit
Always strive and prosper
I know God is watchin' over me
Wash away my sins now I'm in
This bitch a longer stay
A$AP nigga, tell my cuzo that I'm on my way
In a hurry, fuck a hater
I just gotta tie my lace
Close my eyes, I'm outer-space
Huh, cause this the new power anthem
And nigga we the new Black Panthers
Bitch get your hands up
Yeah, they say lords never worry
Real lords never worry, real
Lords never worry, not
Kill y'all, never worry
Real lords never worry, hard on February, huh
Ugh, we the new Black Panthers, yeah
We the new Black Panthers
Real lords never worry

I bet the Lord never worried
Couple niggas buried man the good die young
Gun shots and it's blurry
So I'm off in a hurry
I ain't forcin' no jerk to convince me
Trill shit, I'm tryna stay pig free
Got a budget for the lawyer
It's my freedom on the corner
It ain't worth it
Making history is more important
My thoughts is soarin', smokin' power
Mighty Morphin' tripped the vegee
In the mornin' gettin' jiggy with a foreign
Look I just finished tourin'
World wide residential
All started with a pencil
Now my suites presidential
Layed up with a bad bitch that never had shit
All these bags and gold
She think I'm mad rich
Now I'm average, simple and I'm humble
Bring your cameras to the hood
Takin' pictures of the jungle
Man it's all thugs out here
All Bloods out here you with a real rice so
It's all love out here

I wrote this shit in business class
Gave me jet lag
This for years of oppressions
And the set backs
This for chinks, niggas, jews
And the wetbacks
Crackers, towel heads, and I
Can't forget the last, fags
This is Huey Newton with the Uzi shootin'
The trill Martin Luther finna spark the Ruger
Malcolm X's Muslim army marchin' to ya
Flacko bring the chopper to ya
Preacher screamin' hallelujah
Dear Mr president, I'm the shit
No hope for the kids young Blood was a thug
Caught slugs from a Crip
My Father, God Father, our Father
Glocks in the air, Hiiipower
This is Kendrick off to
Visit Jimi's watchtower a long it
Seems like Martin dreamin' for the longest
Niggas I do songs with is the
Same that I put on with
Stupid with my flow because biters
They be on it it's safe to say you stole it
Nigga ever since I loaned it
Cause I only let you hold it
Now you frontin' like you own it
I know it (Shorty's gonna be a thug)
Said he's gonna be (A GNT saw the blood)
I'm a young lord, that's the bottom line
Gold grills, black nails, little
Niggas out of line, huh?