CytoSoul - No Sweat lyrics

[Verse 1] Packing dugouts as we run out for the seventh inning stretch Fixing brunch, the bunch repping Sabbath, day of rest No stress, no mess, all done, no sweat Checking pulses in the morning, morning glory, no one dead So we dash out to the park down south Embarking in the Buick, Magna Carta playin' loud Jay better pay a good listen to the sound Cole made you diamonds, how about gold for your crown But, for now, we pullin' up to the lake Blunts straight as Frank, high roller's shame, poker-face Hall of Fame playing flame, lighting flame to the dank First to the creek gets green, time to break Dang, I've been counting on this good day Soul full so I'm ready for a name change And one day, I'mma quit saying hopefully I'mma make it, ma, to the top, pop, wait and see [Hook] We all addicted, we all addicted No sweat x4 We all gifted, we all gifted, no, no No sweat x3 [Verse 2] I'm on the come up, now I'm here to sum up The events of my life so far now listen to these bars I'll be telling some truth and some fiction Soon I'll be selling the fruit of my diction The root of my addiction's my desire to live life So I live by the pipe, these memories ripe For the making, I ain't the type to be taking Advantage of others just opportunities I stay true to me, a proven smooth gee Getting groovy with the good weed and the lucy Rolling jays I got the loose leaf juicy New emcee but I know I got these fools beat That's why I know I'm soon to be the greatest rap game Man, f** am I saying? No need to be the best, just need to coast West Through life, no stress, no sweat [Hook] [Verse 3] Packing up as we tuck, we rollin' out the woods Takin' care of the fare, Cyto sippin' on the goods Better broke and a stone than a diamond in the rough Better Bob, paintin' pictures, than another Ricky Ross Hah, just wait until this high's wearing off The green for my fiends is the means to gettin' off I'm focused on the songs but this loud's a lil' much A double-edged sword, still sworn to the blunt But real talk, I'm afraid of blowing up Afraid of change, Sway, caine, maybe just stop But be sure if I ever make the come-up I'm headed to the West cause I'm cruel like the summer Dang, I'm cruel like the summer Cyto still seeing big dreams, keep running 'Till I'm sittin' there with nothing, 'till I'm six feet under From the city of the middle to the top of the summit, yeah [Hook]