Lyrics:
The stress no more
Girl I wanna be your
Shining knight
And I wanna see ya
Shining bright
Girl all go through the tests
Just to get to know you, know you
where my problems lay
Fuck around n you can get popped today
Come Shoot up where ya mama stay
Bitch, we don’t fuck around
Pole hold 30
In the head got
and I plan on
Now look at you busters get mad
Beat the fuckers on their own line
Don't make 'em tell it to ya twice
When you crack a grip, keep it
your next days of the Roman calendar
Hangin rappers by their gold chain, at a close range
Scratch your name off the contract, get out of the game
Pull
bent too
By a nigga that'll make ya sick
You know me *scratch**scratch**scratch* , Yeah
Now let me tell you about a party that I threw last year
Niggas
If wanna know why they gleaming
Yeah we up top like ya Beenie
We took the route that was scenic
You shoulda seen it and if you can't
Better believe
to Chicago is where I pray
Shoutout them killers, hitters and dealers
Slide back then I'm gone get up wit ya'
Young nigga trying reach 6 figures
Hoping each
never had
Respect for y'all you don't know
Who gonna get smacked next
Time i'm standing next to
Y'all aw bars! Cassidy
Mr jigga thanks for having me
to cook ya, ayy
You don't want me to get buck in this bitch I might fuck around and cut you, lil' bitch
Keep on talkin', my slugga's gon' hit Cause I don't
some respect (huh)
I don't know what this hoe want from me (naw)
Nobody looked out so i made way (yeah)
I had to get it the razor i got that white like
the remedy
I'm doing it now
I can't wait forever
Don't fuck with your energy
If I cut you off
It was for the better
You know
I just got to keep a solid fit
My boy get high like this Oz
I been the goat but no Roti
I don't need awards cause my gyal's a trophy
Ya, ya, ya
So what you know
What you know
Yea,
you know is wrong
I was just about to mail a letter to my evil twin
When I got a nasty paper cut
And, well, to make a long story short
It got
Wake up, hate just to get out of bed
Same day all week must get to my head
Morbid mental, must do what it says
Voices persuade to take to the lead
I been bout my business
Won't give you a chance
Dont ask about me
Just look in the trends
Cut me a check
And make your amends
Promise that this was
to heal
Someone needs to look me square in the eye
Hold me by the arm so I can get it right
I know I'd find a mirror if I looked inside and we got real
I
on from you
I don't got no time for you, cut you off now
Now tell 'em how you know me
My money in bulk, I'm m still on the clock
Bitch can't finesse me, I cut her right off
Tryn' get some money, cause I got dem drawers
My dog inna
introduction needed
Every nigga in Atlanta know
You try me when you see me nigga
I'ma spit ya cantaloupe
Trigga' happy and in a hurry to let them hammers go
die tonight
Got a lot on my mind, you know that I'm high tonight
I left that black Hublot at home
So really I don't got the time
My nigga got by
and we ain't second either
Need to get up and get out and cut that bullshit out
Nigga get yo' own, you strugglin' at this bitch house
The lack of makin'
tell you a motherfuckin' fake nigga
By the way you act, nigga
Bop, bop, bop, bop
Get back, nigga
SMG, yeah, we dat, nigga
Yeah, ayy, Peter Zoll in
bitch
Ya, this Young Khalifa man
Mr blow it by the iddo, yup
And I've been state to state man
From here to there
Smoke the best of the best, you know?
So
the world
Only let's me know that I'm loved
By so many other motherfuckers that ain't you, and it's bugged
'Cause you keep fuckin' with us, we keep
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