Stress Pt.2 - Skrapz, Streetz, Likkle T

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It’s that Stress Pt.2

I know you heard Pt.1 but we’re back

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Featured Likkle T

Nisha Ricke and Streetz

R.I.P.

to my niggas up in Heaven

I’m going' out my mind and I’m only 27

Sippin' on some 'Gnag, home alone like I’m Kevin

I’m sprayin' WD-40 on my weapon

Feds overrun the kid, I can’t lie, they got me stressin'

Stuck in the middle of aggression and depression

All my clothes got a sweet haze essence

Gotta blow a lotta trees or my mind’s not restin'

Got a couple qualms, so my nine’s not restin'

Niggas hatin', I’m the kid, God bless them

I went to prison and it taught me a lesson

That I shouldn’t never left my tings there where I left them

You never hear me tell the jake’s confessions

And if you violate the kid, man, step in

I told my nigga, «Leave it raw, don’t stretch 'em»

We’re just about to get rich in a second

Lane shiftin', pain sittin'

I’m outside in the same linens

I started out smokin' weed on the balcony

Now I’m in the situation, there the jail’s 'bout to be

Highway shiftin'

Thinkin' 'bout the life that I’m livin'

Yeah, I guess I’m gonna ride till I’m ridden

CRS, guess it’s Christ till the risen

Zino Z for your life in the blessin'

Nah, don’t do me like that

I’m on the grind for my fam

I’m a man who got plans, I don’t usually like couch

Want a job but I’m used to the trap

I can teach you how to break a whole one down

Shooter, the pack, let that bleed, phone won’t let me sleep

30 years, hard to digest, do you want the beef?

I’m on the strip by the stone shop, open

My nigga ain’t snitch but I don’t know how he’s copin'

I understand it’s all love, you gotta ride out

But now it’s gettin' keek, call your fam, ask to hideout

Stress, cuh, we used to be friends, it blows my mind out

But wanna palm me to squash the beef and you lined out

I ain’t shook but 30 years ain’t worth ravin'

Used to be the man, now the gang got shots cavin'

Told girls, «If you in this car, I ain’t savin'»

You’re rollin' with him, then you’re my fuckin' pavin'

Lane shiftin', pain sittin'

I’m outside in the same linens

I started out smokin' weed on the balcony

Now I’m in the situation, there the jail’s 'bout to be

Highway shiftin'

Thinkin' 'bout the life that I’m livin'

Yeah, I guess I’m gonna ride till I’m ridden

CRS, guess it’s Christ till the risen

Zino Z for your life in the blessin'

Skrapz Is Back Part II