Lately i feel like a n#gg# been stressing
How many days do i gotta keep pressing?
Stacking the hours i’m giving what’s left and
Wonder what’s worth it i’m counting my blessings
Focused on me and my n#gg#s we reppin’
Key to the streets i don’t need me a weapon
I don’t got beef ’cause i’m focused on green
Had that government cheese when i barely could get sh#t
This sh#t been a race but my n#gg# i lead it
True to myself but they call me conceited
Stay with my brodie’s and all of ’em eating
Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat ’em
Banger to banger i’m keeping ’em fiendin’
Damier gucci the louis, it’s even
Prada my baby i’m keepin’ her teething
Straight to the point ’cause they gave me a reason
Back in my element, f#ck all these n#gg#s
I’m done with the talking i’m right back to balling
Thinking they got me, they never could top me
Unless it’s they shorty she all on my stomach
See how i’m thumbing, you know how we coming
Y’all juggin for nothing it’s honestly rubbish
See what i want and i take it like f#ck it
I don’t got no problems the check i’ma cut it
Back to the real i’ma level it out
I’m feeling like lately i’m burning sh#t down
If i’ma be honest since we on the topic
I’m f#cking exhausted it’s burning me out
It’s all for my momma i’m making her proud
For all of them nights she was holding it down
Barely could sleep with the gas tank on e
I don’t know how she breathing it’s keeping me round
Louis the buckle with fendi my duffle
Got people i know round the way that could touch you
I’m on a new level took yours just to double
You picked up the bag but i bet you a fumble
This sh#t what i do like i’m kd or russell
I’m honestly even like book in the bubble
Them n#gg#s ain’t touching me i’m yelling f#ck ’em
I’m dubbing the opps ain’t no problem to rush ’em
Lately i feel like a n#gg# been stressing
How many days do i gotta keep pressing?
Stacking the hours i’m giving what’s left and
Wonder what’s worth it i’m counting my blessings
Focused on me and my n#gg#s we reppin’
Key to the streets i don’t need me a weapon
I don’t got beef ’cause i’m focused on green
Had that government cheese when i barely could get sh#t
This sh#t been a race but my n#gg# i lead it
True to myself but they call me conceited
Stay with my brodie’s and all of ’em eating
Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat ’em
Banger to banger i’m keeping ’em fiendin’
Damier gucci the louis, it’s even
Prada my baby i’m keepin’ her teething
Straight to the point ’cause they gave me a reason
Yeah, don’t let me get started ’bout n#gg#s i’m better than
Not a rookie i’m really a veteran (okay)
I’m balling out i should get me a letterman
Only thing that i need is the cheddar man (yeah)
You got a problem we can link up whenever man
n#gg#s know that i’m really the better man (yeah)
I make it rain like the motherf#cking weather man (yeah)
Getting money is something they never can (okay)
These n#gg#s ain’t really on sh#t (oh)
Full of that cap like they working at lids (yeah, okay)
I got your b#tch and she up in my crib (okay)
She wanna come stay cause she like how i live
People keep sleeping it is what it is (it is)
I’m getting my money i’m stacking my chips
These n#gg#s ain’t doing no better than this (okay)
They copying me so i call them my kids
Aye, running this sh#t like a mother f#cking track meet (yeah)
If you ain’t talking don’t at me (oh)
I been balling so hard like an athlete (yeah)
n#gg#s hate and i know they can’t stand me (yeah)
Aye, i’m at the top of the game
And these n#gg#s can’t stop me so don’t even try (don’t even try)
Don’t try to tell me my sh#t is trash lil n#gg# you don’t gotta lie (gotta lie)
Lately i feel like a n#gg# been stressing
How many days do i gotta keep pressing?
Stacking the hours i’m giving what’s left and
Wonder what’s worth it i’m counting my blessings
Focused on me and my n#gg#s we reppin’
Key to the streets i don’t need me a weapon
I don’t got beef ’cause i’m focused on green
Had that government cheese when i barely could get sh#t
This sh#t been a race but my n#gg# i lead it
True to myself but they call me conceited
Stay with my brodie’s and all of ’em eating
Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat ’em
Banger to banger i’m keeping ’em fiendin’
Damier gucci the louis, it’s even
Prada my baby i’m keepin’ her teething
Straight to the point ’cause they gave me a reason
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