[Intro]
f**ers try play with me
n***as should know
They can't get the hang of this
I'm on some other sh**
Spitting my flows
The pencil, I paint with it
Haters should know the drill
I'm just being real
Possibly, man, this sh**'s all I got
World domination with young Conz
Hit the spot
[Verse 1]
Oh my god, man, Blesson got a deal
Tellin' me to wait for your time, n***a, chill
Started as a youngin' when time stood still
And now I'm try'nna make it so I can pay my mom's bills
No chills, but I got the piece and I got some love and it's too damn deep
And I know a lot of n***as that would love to get ahead of me
Even you friend of me, you still call me enemy
'Cause homie, I go hand, bruh
And I'm 19 years and I still ain't got no plans, bruh
Also living, yeah, we're making it pop
I was dipping for my n***as, started pushing the rocks
Elevated soul, need to speak up my mind
But you lightheaded people, y'all just wasting my time
Rag to riches, don't try to cut me some shine
Can't you see I'm try'nna make a way?
Hey, Conz, when that new sh** coming out?
Try'nna check your Facebook, but sh** is really hella drought
I mean you even rap no more and I really, really think that you need a nice turn about
[Pre-Hook]
Don't stress me
I work in my own phase and if you hatin' on that sh**, n***a, say it to my face
Even my slayin', even my brand, that somebody ever would drop me
[Hook]
n***a, don't stress me
I'm doing my thing and these haters keep looking
n***a, don't stress me
I'm up in the kitchen, my homie, I'm cooking
n***a, don't stress me
Ain't nobody gon' press me
Ain't no fool gon' stress me
n***a, don't stress me
Ain't nobody gon' press me
Ain't no fool gon' stress me
[Post-Hook]
Stressin', stressin' all the time
Stressin', stressin' on my mind
I'm stressin' all the time
Stressin', stressin' all the time
Workin', workin' overtime
I'm workin' overtime
[Verse 2]
Test on a n***a that's thrill, test on a n***a that's real
How the f** you ill, homies caught up in the fields
Put my focus on the music, you know a n***a choose it
Digging out n***as like I pick them with a toothpick
And this all therapeutic, feel like Putin when I'm losin'
Cash flow to the stars, that's where I'm shootin'
Rap me some chains, I'm substituting
You claim you the hottest, that need some provin'
Homies on the come up, they f**in' groovin'
Gotta get it, gotta get it, no way we losin'
And I can see it all so clear, standin' toe to toe with my f**in' fears
For the sake of the lord, don't get in my stuff, 'cause a n***a had enough, like
[Hook]
n***a, don't stress me
I'm doing my thing and these haters keep looking
n***a, don't stress me
I'm up in the kitchen, my homie, I'm cooking
n***a, don't stress me
Ain't nobody gon' press me
Ain't no fool gon' stress me
n***a, don't stress me
Ain't nobody gon' press me
Ain't no fool gon' stress me