Stresses

When I smoke this high

I'm expectin' it to light up for that pacify

Stressin' so much that I got a red eye

Hope this girl get up on me 'fore convo get dry

I just wanna be that young king til I die

So I wanna get high cause I wanna feel fly

Never feelin' shy

So I don't filter for a lie

So when I'm tellin' you the truth just know that thats my reply

I'm tryna live good cause I hate feelin' soft

Gimme bad days then you know I'm goin' off

I just wanna stretch my legs in this loft

I'm a tall young kid and I need some days off

Stressin' when I should be blessin'

People talkin' down me then I'm flexin' a Wesson

Gotta learn the lesson when I threaten with that weapon

Or they end up there leakin' cause they messin' while I'm stressin'

They call me the prospect because I'm not an object

So don't step to me just because you in that mind set

Make ya bloodstain wet

Drippin' while I'm whippin' down that corner just so I can let you know that the time get

Serious when I come around

Everything is comin' down

So you know the roof is fallin' when I'm in the compound

Bow down, or you can deal with the smackdown

Facts now, heard through the lyrical pat down

I'm searchin' for that way that I can hustle

But for right now my mind is gonna be the muscle

Hear a lot of rappers and they talk about the struggle

But I got a care scale and it's down to zero, hold up

I will never fold up, these people getting so cut

Don't be surprised if I ain't talkin, nigga so what?

I ran out of feelings by the time I turned thirteen

Prolly cause everybody put me on the dirt team

I can hear it now, they whisperin' the rumor

Laughin' bout that shit but they can never spread the humor

They wanna get back when it get real losers

Should've did that when I got mad sooner

I'm stressin', maybe cause these ladies ain't blessin'

I'm sittin' here stretchin' out my brain muscles, stressin'

Thinkin' too much to past the time by, guessin'

Blinkin' too much because my mind just question

 

I'm gettin' too addicted to ignitin' papers

Prolly cause I need to start recitin' my prayers

I'm gettin' too addicted to just writin' rhymes

Prolly cause I need it just to pass my time

I'm gettin' too addicted to this music

Prolly cause I need it when I wanna just lose it

I'm gettin' too addicted to this rap game

Prolly cause I wanna get a taste of that cat dame

When I'm on they all say that name

Belong in a picture well I think I need a fat frame

I don't wanna change I wanna stay in that lane

The fast lane wanna put a nigga on his last train

Well I'm comin' through I'm surfin' on the A train

I might need an umbrella I'm on fire but I hate rain

Which mean I don't wanna fizzle out

When I walk in a residence I burn down the house

People say they spit that Em fire

But they talkin' like they need a few words from Empire

Matter fact, you can call me sire

Cause I can lead a nation while we balance on a wire

It's a tight rope, better lose all that light hope

Cause you will fall if you ain't fight hope

Copin' ain't gone get you off that tight rope

So if you end up fallin' I won't catch you 'til the night broke