Bitch it's ninety-two ways (92)
Bitch it's ninety-two ways (92)
Bitch it's ninety-two ways (92) to get paid (Yes it is)
I don't stress out nigga (I don't)
Bring the best out niggas (I do)
When that weather change
I hope you bring yo vest out nigga
I don't stress out nigga (I don't)
Bring the best out niggas (I do)
When that weather change
I hope you bring yo vest out nigga
Built my foundation strong
Didn't ever need a ride along
Always made my own
Niggas couldn't figure out
What do Choice be on
To remain unknown
Best to have royalties instead fame
The less fortunate don't see the same
Institutions clip the real out game
Ion live my life in vain
Don't know how much of my time remains
From what runs through my veins
This incantation on my shoulder weighs
Put it on the scale
Then you make a play
Pick up the bullet shells
Then you show the way
I gotta show to sell
Show what happens off the stage
When one of yo niggas fail
All y'all on the same page
But me
Imma up a grade
Open eyes to this failed race
Never trust the pail face... (Why why)
Why
Cause
I don't stress out nigga
Bring the best out niggas
And when that weather change
I hope you brought yo vest out nigga
I don't stress out nigga
I just stretch out niggas
Call me the hustle man
I'd bring the best out niggas
Bring yo vest out nigga
I bring the rest out nigga
Send you to god or allah
It's time to check out nigga
Now bring that check out nigga
Cause now I'm talking equity
Don't get all charged up
Really tryna challenge me
Bitch you can bank on that
You can't balance me
I know you gone love these bars
Cause you can't handle me
Black Uncle Sam love the way these niggas tax and fees
Imma home owner only way that I'm packing keys
Nipsey told you to own
Now yo ass back on lease
Shit if I fell off imma always get back on feet
Dr. Sebi tried to warn you
Stop eating all that f*cking meat
Before I was the general
I was blaze
Make'em feel the heat
A bitch didn't want me
When I was broke
Now she into me
These niggas wanna talk shit
I just made'em all my enemies
Choice Major - I Don't Stress (feat. JermaineTheGeneralLee) Lyrics
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Bitch it's ninety-two ways (92)
Bitch it's ninety-two ways (92)
Bitch it's ninety-two ways (92) to get paid (Yes it is)
I don't stress out nigga (I don't)
Bring the best out niggas (I do)
When that weather change
I hope you bring yo vest out nigga
I don't stress out nigga (I don't)
Bring the best out niggas (I do)
When that weather change
I hope you bring yo vest out nigga
Built my foundation strong
Didn't ever need a ride along
Always made my own
Niggas couldn't figure out
What do Choice be on
To remain unknown
Best to have royalties instead fame
The less fortunate don't see the same
Institutions clip the real out game
Ion live my life in vain
Don't know how much of my time remains
From what runs through my veins
This incantation on my shoulder weighs
Put it on the scale
Then you make a play
Pick up the bullet shells
Then you show the way
I gotta show to sell
Show what happens off the stage
When one of yo niggas fail
All y'all on the same page
But me
Imma up a grade
Open eyes to this failed race
Never trust the pail face... (Why why)
Why
Cause
I don't stress out nigga
Bring the best out niggas
And when that weather change
I hope you brought yo vest out nigga
I don't stress out nigga
I just stretch out niggas
Call me the hustle man
I'd bring the best out niggas
Bring yo vest out nigga
I bring the rest out nigga
Send you to god or allah
It's time to check out nigga
Now bring that check out nigga
Cause now I'm talking equity
Don't get all charged up
Really tryna challenge me
Bitch you can bank on that
You can't balance me
I know you gone love these bars
Cause you can't handle me
Black Uncle Sam love the way these niggas tax and fees
Imma home owner only way that I'm packing keys
Nipsey told you to own
Now yo ass back on lease
Shit if I fell off imma always get back on feet
Dr. Sebi tried to warn you
Stop eating all that f*cking meat
Before I was the general
I was blaze
Make'em feel the heat
A bitch didn't want me
When I was broke
Now she into me
These niggas wanna talk shit
I just made'em all my enemies
Bitch it's ninety-two ways (92)
Bitch it's ninety-two ways (92) to get paid (Yes it is)
I don't stress out nigga (I don't)
Bring the best out niggas (I do)
When that weather change
I hope you bring yo vest out nigga
I don't stress out nigga (I don't)
Bring the best out niggas (I do)
When that weather change
I hope you bring yo vest out nigga
Built my foundation strong
Didn't ever need a ride along
Always made my own
Niggas couldn't figure out
What do Choice be on
To remain unknown
Best to have royalties instead fame
The less fortunate don't see the same
Institutions clip the real out game
Ion live my life in vain
Don't know how much of my time remains
From what runs through my veins
This incantation on my shoulder weighs
Put it on the scale
Then you make a play
Pick up the bullet shells
Then you show the way
I gotta show to sell
Show what happens off the stage
When one of yo niggas fail
All y'all on the same page
But me
Imma up a grade
Open eyes to this failed race
Never trust the pail face... (Why why)
Why
Cause
I don't stress out nigga
Bring the best out niggas
And when that weather change
I hope you brought yo vest out nigga
I don't stress out nigga
I just stretch out niggas
Call me the hustle man
I'd bring the best out niggas
Bring yo vest out nigga
I bring the rest out nigga
Send you to god or allah
It's time to check out nigga
Now bring that check out nigga
Cause now I'm talking equity
Don't get all charged up
Really tryna challenge me
Bitch you can bank on that
You can't balance me
I know you gone love these bars
Cause you can't handle me
Black Uncle Sam love the way these niggas tax and fees
Imma home owner only way that I'm packing keys
Nipsey told you to own
Now yo ass back on lease
Shit if I fell off imma always get back on feet
Dr. Sebi tried to warn you
Stop eating all that f*cking meat
Before I was the general
I was blaze
Make'em feel the heat
A bitch didn't want me
When I was broke
Now she into me
These niggas wanna talk shit
I just made'em all my enemies
Writer: Jermaine Lee, Joshua Harris
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid