The world's about to stress me out
Good hour, I wanna take over my
They ain't seein' straight
The world's about to stress me out
Good hour, I wanna take over my
They ain't seein' straight
Man I'm tired,
spend every day keepin' my mind fried
I do it to keep quiet, it's easy to start a riot
These hatin' niggas try,
trick or bouts to buy this spot
I look and laugh from up top,
man ain't sh** on drop
Been climbed out that bucket,
you don't like me man f**k I ain't in the n***** anyway,
okay next subject False life livin' and I love it,
avoidin' the public Quiet n***** is the toughest,
loud n***** be bluffin' Never worried about nothin',
stayin' focused on hustlin' Too many police cuffin' for me to be
touchin' I'm bustin' nuts on bad b*****s butts Bein' up a meal plus,
makin' haters eat dust Now them n*****s
Good hour,
I wanna take over my They ain't seein' straight
The world's about to stress me out Good hour,
I wanna take over my
They ain't seein' straight Good hour,
I wanna take over my
They ain't seein' straight Like the world's about to stress me out
I'm still addicted to my bad ways.
We in them last days.
And all these blood is because they think crime pay.
Go get that paper.
Don't look back.
We in the last phase.
He caught that case and took his lick.
So he deserved praise.
Get on your hustle.
Mind your business.
That's the best spot.
They chilling.
They own vibes.
They stress that they stress.
Homie, it's in the crash.
I know he bit not.
He's still got life on parole.
That's like a headshot.
These things fly and they love getting high
until they find out that glass mirror never lie.
His do or die.
I'm about my paper.
I'm a hustler first.
You hate me talking,
dying and just getting worse.
My world's *.
Stress me out.
I'm the bad guy.
I would take over my face.
They seem straight.
My world's *.
Stress me out.
I'm the bad guy.