Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stress Pt.2, artist - SkrapzDate of issue: 19.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stress Pt.2 |
| Okay |
| It’s that Stress Pt.2 |
| I know you heard Pt.1 but we’re back |
| This track |
| 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 |