Yeah, stress, I'm straightly, I've been dreamin'Puttin' this Gito on the next oneLil' bro on me, sign him, I can't sign himTill he catch oneHe say I'm the reason this *** isSo then I stepped up, *** whoever next upTell him send they best oneWe gon' send him back, holdin' his hat with decompressed lungsGod help me relax, I throw two back, help my depressionThese niggas ain't steppers, they too sleepyAnd they messy eatersEcstasy eyes bleedin', tryin' to whack some needyNiggas won't be rappers, barely okay, cool, let's book a featureHe kept hollin', screamin', help me Jesus when that top was squeezin'People need to learn how to take heed to signCause I might not get you till I do, then all your people dyin'I was quiet, puttin' it on the line, early day for mineNiggas, bitches all on IG line, know that they ain't slimYou ain't never run or walk nothin' down, it's just somethin' that rhymesAsk about me way before I sign, I patch with a nineWith a button on the back, you slideI'll inside, I'll outI got a dash, we bout up and onDon't lock no five if you ain't down to rideYeah, it's stressin', lately I've been dreamin'Puttin' his heat on the next oneLil' bro on me, sign him, I can't sign him till he catch oneHe say I'm the reason this *** is, so then I stepped up*** whoever next up, tell him send they best oneI probably want a three-piece, two attemptsA Rick and one with Skeet when he had duckedAnd I had buzz, I think he dabbedBut *** it, I trapped, and I know, bitch, I *** with ValIf I know ***, I'ma know that CalAll your hits probably came from Pal, yeah, wildI down, Skeet is drab, got it blowin'Bands down, check the gold, check that scoreIf one for two, they have a holeNiggas be hoes, who the zone?I was gettin' active, you was at homeNigga, I know you, and I'll show youI ain't been hoed, nigga, I'll hold youFree my brody, never had a CodyBitch, got a AP, mama got a RollieAnd it's bust, bitch, free usNo more sellin' top, just cussSend it to Apollo, drop on ***ersStill got 13 in my busLost my main man, so what?What about Charles? What about Don?Yeah, it's just somethin'Lately, I've been dreamin'Puttin' his heat on the next oneBro, me sign him, I can't sign himTill he catch oneHe say I'm the reason this *** isSo then I stepped up*** whoever next upTell him send they best oneCatch somethin' round with two heatersAnd my demon tryna stretch somethin'Sonny got away with it, so calm and get the restSomethin', they know they got death comin'I still tweak for nef, dummy