Lyrics

[Verse] All of this time in the trap I coulda went mad cah I live in that place Times I ain't even wanna get out my bed Everybody better give me my space Nine years deep in this U.K. rap shit Nobody gave me no praise Food on the table in the kitchen But nobody saying no grace All of them nights in the bando Hope they don't raid, I gotta keep faith Anxiety every time I hear the door knock, I gotta be brave All of them nights I was jugging On Thanksgiving I had coke cooking All of the years I was rapping I had to be trapping, I got no bookings Still I don't give no fucks, these niggas is bruck They hate and that's nothing new You man ain't fucking with us They thought I would lose but this shit a W Big bag, big whip, big stick Big energy, I'm cutting through Shawty gon' give me that top She tie up her hair and spit out the Bubbaloo All of them nights in the cell Waiting on bail, nigga I hate jail My family, friends and my management team Just hoping my tape sells Get hit with the four, need more than a stitch Forty percent, bout to mortgage this crib I've got no manners, it is what it is My bitch wanna fight when I call her a bitch [Hook] Stress, you could never cope with the things that are in my head Things that I'm risking to get these cheques Putting in work cah the wicked don't get no rest Nothing ain't sweet, more time everything's stress You could never cope with the things that are in my head Things that I'm risking to get these cheques Putting in work cah the wicked don't get no rest Nothing ain't sweet [Verse 2] All of this shit gets stressful When the block gets hot it's mental Better make sure the ringer got petrol And that corn is detrimental And this beat got me sentimental Cause my lifestyle's been eventful And the hood is awful and dreadful And I've got no one to vent to All of this time in the trap I coulda went mad in the shitty estate But the hand tings always come in handy I'ma smoke and then bill up some Cali As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death Got my stick on me and my bally And you know that I do this for my family Matching pairs for my mother and granny I can't really get no sleep Too much shit on my mind, it's tekky When the door knocks it's edgy Had a party round there, was shelly I can't really show no love no more Cause these people all change up quickly All of these mouths these bricks feed Boy I'm tryna get richer than Richie All now my gun finger's still itchy It's a fucked up life and I live this Nuff man got locked for the murders I'ma still unlock it and risk it I went eighty-six miles up the motorway And I just cooked up a four and a biscuit A thousand grams, I just stole me a brick If you heard that I'm caught up in mischief [Hook] Stress, you could never cope with the things that are in my head Things that I'm risking to get these cheques Putting in work cah the wicked don't get no rest Nothing ain't sweet, more time everything's stress You could never cope with the things that are in my head Things that I'm risking to get these cheques Putting in work cah the wicked don't get no rest Nothing ain't sweet