I be stressing bout a lot of things yeah the finer things
Fast cars and the diamond rangs, and the shiny chains
Broken hearts and the promises shit ain't been the same
F*ck that soft shit I'm prominent, I applied a change
If the ink bleed its ominous, I like all the pain
I ain't signing less it's a millions dollars on the page
Labels on my phone, cell about to blow
Got 'em all on hold, smoking on this O
Counting all my dough, I just did a show yeah, yeah
Smashing on this hoe, f*ck it yeah you know
I don't need no stress, I just do my best on enemies
I just need that check, I don't need no rest or energy
Everyone know that I got it
Don't be stupid better watch it
I see how you rap under pressure
You know I'm the only one stop it
Please don't be a problem
Cuz I take yo life in a holla
And I be the king of the jungle
And all my gorillas bananas
Gotta connect
Gotta Patek
Get high and forget
Then I recollect
Gotta connect
Who is the real enemy
Cuz lately I'm feeling the jealousy
And I don't have time for the melodies
Releasing a lyrical energy
Seize, in my zone but I'm hiding who I
Be, All alone how I'm really trying to be
This that shit I really need in my life
Cuz you only die once but you might live twice
And revive and come back to life as a blind
6 feet high light skin version of Jesus Christ, well alright
Conscious rapper, a mindless adult
A fine pen addict, I write with passion
If Cracking bones sound like chewing rice crispies
My metaphors will bend minds like a guillotine
Only stick to my own beats got the Midas touch
I dont give no 300 f*cks, Leonidas thrusts
I'm in space smoking on the haze with a couple grays
And recuperating to save myself from this place
I been lost in galactic space for a 100 days
If they ever findd a way to save me they should of came
And I hope that its a phase that fades cuz it's been strange
I've been mentally ill since the day that I turned 8
F*ck all the stress
F*ck up a check, yeah
Coming correct
Gotta connect, yeah
Gotta Patek, whoa
Get high and forget, aye
Then I recollect, yeah
I Gotta repent, whoa
I gotta connect
I gotta repent
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I be stressing bout a lot of things yeah the finer things
Fast cars and the diamond rangs, and the shiny chains
Broken hearts and the promises shit ain't been the same
F*ck that soft shit I'm prominent, I applied a change
If the ink bleed its ominous, I like all the pain
I ain't signing less it's a millions dollars on the page
Labels on my phone, cell about to blow
Got 'em all on hold, smoking on this O
Counting all my dough, I just did a show yeah, yeah
Smashing on this hoe, f*ck it yeah you know
I don't need no stress, I just do my best on enemies
I just need that check, I don't need no rest or energy
Everyone know that I got it
Don't be stupid better watch it
I see how you rap under pressure
You know I'm the only one stop it
Please don't be a problem
Cuz I take yo life in a holla
And I be the king of the jungle
And all my gorillas bananas
Gotta connect
Gotta Patek
Get high and forget
Then I recollect
Gotta connect
Who is the real enemy
Cuz lately I'm feeling the jealousy
And I don't have time for the melodies
Releasing a lyrical energy
Seize, in my zone but I'm hiding who I
Be, All alone how I'm really trying to be
This that shit I really need in my life
Cuz you only die once but you might live twice
And revive and come back to life as a blind
6 feet high light skin version of Jesus Christ, well alright
Conscious rapper, a mindless adult
A fine pen addict, I write with passion
If Cracking bones sound like chewing rice crispies
My metaphors will bend minds like a guillotine
Only stick to my own beats got the Midas touch
I dont give no 300 f*cks, Leonidas thrusts
I'm in space smoking on the haze with a couple grays
And recuperating to save myself from this place
I been lost in galactic space for a 100 days
If they ever findd a way to save me they should of came
And I hope that its a phase that fades cuz it's been strange
I've been mentally ill since the day that I turned 8
F*ck all the stress
F*ck up a check, yeah
Coming correct
Gotta connect, yeah
Gotta Patek, whoa
Get high and forget, aye
Then I recollect, yeah
I Gotta repent, whoa
I gotta connect
I gotta repent
Fast cars and the diamond rangs, and the shiny chains
Broken hearts and the promises shit ain't been the same
F*ck that soft shit I'm prominent, I applied a change
If the ink bleed its ominous, I like all the pain
I ain't signing less it's a millions dollars on the page
Labels on my phone, cell about to blow
Got 'em all on hold, smoking on this O
Counting all my dough, I just did a show yeah, yeah
Smashing on this hoe, f*ck it yeah you know
I don't need no stress, I just do my best on enemies
I just need that check, I don't need no rest or energy
Everyone know that I got it
Don't be stupid better watch it
I see how you rap under pressure
You know I'm the only one stop it
Please don't be a problem
Cuz I take yo life in a holla
And I be the king of the jungle
And all my gorillas bananas
Gotta connect
Gotta Patek
Get high and forget
Then I recollect
Gotta connect
Who is the real enemy
Cuz lately I'm feeling the jealousy
And I don't have time for the melodies
Releasing a lyrical energy
Seize, in my zone but I'm hiding who I
Be, All alone how I'm really trying to be
This that shit I really need in my life
Cuz you only die once but you might live twice
And revive and come back to life as a blind
6 feet high light skin version of Jesus Christ, well alright
Conscious rapper, a mindless adult
A fine pen addict, I write with passion
If Cracking bones sound like chewing rice crispies
My metaphors will bend minds like a guillotine
Only stick to my own beats got the Midas touch
I dont give no 300 f*cks, Leonidas thrusts
I'm in space smoking on the haze with a couple grays
And recuperating to save myself from this place
I been lost in galactic space for a 100 days
If they ever findd a way to save me they should of came
And I hope that its a phase that fades cuz it's been strange
I've been mentally ill since the day that I turned 8
F*ck all the stress
F*ck up a check, yeah
Coming correct
Gotta connect, yeah
Gotta Patek, whoa
Get high and forget, aye
Then I recollect, yeah
I Gotta repent, whoa
I gotta connect
I gotta repent
Writer: Brandon Mclaughlin
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