No Stress
I be stressing bout a lot of things yeah the finer things
Fast cars and the diamond rangs, and the shiny chains
Broken hearts and the promises shit ain't been the same
Fuck that soft shit I'm prominent, I applied a change
If the ink bleed its ominous, I like all the pain
I ain't signing less it's a millions dollars on the page
Labels on my phone, cell about to blow
Got 'em all on hold, smoking on this O
Counting all my dough, I just did a show yeah, yeah
Smashing on this hoe, fuck it yeah you know
I don't need no stress, I just do my best on enemies
I just need that check, I don't need no rest or energy
Everyone know that I got it
Don't be stupid better watch it
I see how you rap under pressure
You know I'm the only one stop it
Please don't be a problem
Cuz I take yo life in a holla
And I be the king of the jungle
And all my gorillas bananas
Gotta connect
Gotta Patek
Get high and forget
Then I recollect
Gotta connect
Who is the real enemy
Cuz lately I'm feeling the jealousy
And I don't have time for the melodies
Releasing a lyrical energy
Seize, in my zone but I'm hiding who I
Be, All alone how I'm really trying to be
This that shit I really need in my life
Cuz you only die once but you might live twice
And revive and come back to life as a blind
6 feet high light skin version of Jesus Christ, well alright
Conscious rapper, a mindless adult
A fine pen addict, I write with passion
If Cracking bones sound like chewing rice crispies
My metaphors will bend minds like a guillotine
Only stick to my own beats got the Midas touch
I dont give no 300 fucks, Leonidas thrusts
I'm in space smoking on the haze with a couple grays
And recuperating to save myself from this place
I been lost in galactic space for a 100 days
If they ever findd a way to save me they should of came
And I hope that its a phase that fades cuz it's been strange
I've been mentally ill since the day that I turned 8
Fuck all the stress
Fuck up a check, yeah
Coming correct
Gotta connect, yeah
Gotta Patek, whoa
Get high and forget, aye
Then I recollect, yeah
I Gotta repent, whoa
I gotta connect
I gotta repent
Fast cars and the diamond rangs, and the shiny chains
Broken hearts and the promises shit ain't been the same
Fuck that soft shit I'm prominent, I applied a change
If the ink bleed its ominous, I like all the pain
I ain't signing less it's a millions dollars on the page
Labels on my phone, cell about to blow
Got 'em all on hold, smoking on this O
Counting all my dough, I just did a show yeah, yeah
Smashing on this hoe, fuck it yeah you know
I don't need no stress, I just do my best on enemies
I just need that check, I don't need no rest or energy
Everyone know that I got it
Don't be stupid better watch it
I see how you rap under pressure
You know I'm the only one stop it
Please don't be a problem
Cuz I take yo life in a holla
And I be the king of the jungle
And all my gorillas bananas
Gotta connect
Gotta Patek
Get high and forget
Then I recollect
Gotta connect
Who is the real enemy
Cuz lately I'm feeling the jealousy
And I don't have time for the melodies
Releasing a lyrical energy
Seize, in my zone but I'm hiding who I
Be, All alone how I'm really trying to be
This that shit I really need in my life
Cuz you only die once but you might live twice
And revive and come back to life as a blind
6 feet high light skin version of Jesus Christ, well alright
Conscious rapper, a mindless adult
A fine pen addict, I write with passion
If Cracking bones sound like chewing rice crispies
My metaphors will bend minds like a guillotine
Only stick to my own beats got the Midas touch
I dont give no 300 fucks, Leonidas thrusts
I'm in space smoking on the haze with a couple grays
And recuperating to save myself from this place
I been lost in galactic space for a 100 days
If they ever findd a way to save me they should of came
And I hope that its a phase that fades cuz it's been strange
I've been mentally ill since the day that I turned 8
Fuck all the stress
Fuck up a check, yeah
Coming correct
Gotta connect, yeah
Gotta Patek, whoa
Get high and forget, aye
Then I recollect, yeah
I Gotta repent, whoa
I gotta connect
I gotta repent
Credits
Writer(s): Brandon Mclaughlin
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