Stress, Pt. 2
Nisha Ricke, Likkle T, Streetz (ICB), Skrapz
[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