Stress, Pt. 2

Lyrics
[Verse 1 - Skrapz] R.I.P. to my niggas up in Heaven I'm going out my mind and I'm only twenty-seven Sipping on some yak, home alone like I'm Kevin I'm spraying WD-40 on my weapon Feds are on the kid, I can't lie they've got me stressing Stuck in the middle of aggression and depression All my clothes got a sweet haze essence Gotta blow a lot of trees or my mind's not resting Got a couple qualms so my nine's not resting Niggas hating on the kid, God bless them I went to prison and it taught me a lesson That I should've never left my tings there where I left them You'll never hear me tell the jakes confessions And if you violate the kid, man's stepping I told my nigga "Leave it raw, don't stretch 'em" We're just about to get rich in a second
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Credits
- Writers
- Nisha Ricke
- Likkle T
- Streetz (ICB)
- Skrapz