Stress

A ghetto boy
A ghetto boy with a city dreams meh
Zeh damn

I'm too eager for the paper, I'm too eager for the fame
If you focus on the hustle I promise you e go pay
One million night still the young nigga still dey chase
If you reason all the money I spend nigga you go craze
Man gatz to be a man, man gatz to get the bag
Mama told me be a man make you no go dey lose guard

Meh I have being in the dark i hope i see the light soon
Anything you wish me, me i wish you times two
I dey hustle i dey pray, i dey cash out on a low
If you carry my matter for head your head e go blow
If you like sail your ship me go still carry my boat
Get the money leave the hood before them go run me broke

Young nigga this days just wanna overdo
All this sleepless night na for the dough
No go dey reason me
No reason me owo
No go dey reason me
No reason me owo

What's going on bro?
What's going on fam?
It looks like you've been going through some sad shit lately bro
What the f*ck is going on meh

I'm too eager bro
Meh I'm too eager
I just want the racks
Young nigga want the racks bro
F*ck

Meh I came from the hood were everybody is a threat
All I need is funds I'm too young for this stress
Na time e go take I promise I will be there
If you no get money na then you go know who cares
So I light up my kush then I top am with my beer
Cos this life hard young nigga wants the best
Show me fake love I will turn you to my ex
When I no get money nobody really send
One man mopo everything na less

Hmm mmm mm
Hmm mmm mm

Meh I came from the hood were everyone is a threat
All I need is funds I'm too young for this stress
Damn meh I'm too young for this stress
Ghetto boy I'm too young for this stress

I'm too young for this stress
Me no wan dey stressing
Me just want the flexing

I'm too young for this stress
Me no wan dey stressing
Me just want the flexing



Credits
Writer(s): Cj Wanted
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