[Chorus]
All this fucking stressing, no depression, I ain't letting up
I keep all my weapons, don't say nothing, know I keep it tucked
Bitch you in my presence so say something when I'm walking up
I don't do addressing, I owe one nothing, on to the next one

Fuck all of that flexing, what's you message? All them fucking sessions
You sound like the other rapper, I don't know which one is which one
I can do it with both of my hands, she love it when I switch 'em
They didn't expect me, end up blaming, that's the same as dissing

[Verse]
But they always gon say that they ain't
I'll be damnеd if a bitch tell me something I can't do
Put this shit togеther, where the fuck are my thank you's?
Man where the fuck my roses? I'll get that at the bank too
Y'all bitches know I'm chosen out this life, you can't fake dude
Keep talking 'bout them Rollies, hope you know they don't make you
Keep hanging with your homies, really hope they don't take you
Keep worrying 'bout them bitches, hopefully they don't break you

[Chorus]
All this fucking stressing, no depression, I ain't letting up
I keep all my weapons, don't say nothing, know I keep it tucked
Bitch you in my presence so say something when I'm walking up
I don't do addressing, I owe one nothing, on to the next one
No I ain't religious, I don't need none of yo fucking blessings
I ain't on yo business, you so worried 'bout how you be dressing
Know I'm sick, I'm vicious, you ain't even pass your adolescence
I need every witness, I won't let 'em forget my existence

[2nd Verse]
Oh my god, slow the beat
Turn it up then repeat
Growing up, life was tough
Learned my lessons through the streets
Shit ain't sweet, boy you soft, know you want none of this heat
Don't get caught, he forgot, now his fam put him to sleep
They was shot, he got dropped, he got blood all on the leaves
But I don't condone no violence, fuck them digits, fuck yo mileage
I stay private, I stay quiet, but my shit always the highest
Yo shit biased, I don't buy it
Bitch I ball like Kobe Bryant