Gianni Fykes - STRESS

Yeah I've been feeling real different every time that I come back home
Looking out from a far
I'm missing my city I'm missing my zone
I was way to young,
didn't make me tough enough
So I had to go out on my own
Get it all for myself
with some
Dior and Prada
Mixed with the shoes want them Balenciaga's
Luxury is something I'm tryna be proud of
Don't want no "if's" or "but's" stick with the "gotta"
Flowing like gunna
Shooting like hunters
Breaking the rules like a coup
Coup d'état showing the truth
My life be moving like boomerangs
Im throwing that
(...)
And it's coming back
Those were the times that I wished past
Wished back
Criss crock without chit chat
Bring my niggas to the top
Like a chess match
Can't count nothing as a lost
Cause I get back
That new attack
New flows
New clothes
No bitch
No hoes
This shits getting old
Had to put it on pause
Loss time lost cause
My honor
That's tossed
So Please Tell me the cost
I'm too speedy cuz I just pressed NOS
Hove you noticed girl that you lost ?
'Cus I'm always on your mind
When you going out I kept ballin
In a new world found my calling
Living my life never felt so free
Appreciate things that I couldn't see
Crazy they think I'm insane yeah yeah
I Don't know what to tell them anymore
I've noticed that there're off
Claymore explosion you waited for me
I cannot guess what you was thinking anymore
I had a vision it worn off
See,
I don't want no more stress (stress)
Counting my days I'm blessed (blessed)
I don't want no more stress (stress)
I'm Counting my days I'm blessed (blessed)
Can't tell if there lying to me
Got me feeling like I'm the freak
Feel like I kick it
I know I be different
I talk to myself
To give my flow a minute
Yuh
Waiting for it to get cold
This shits getting old
Need to stack up on my mentions
Made it my mission
Switching gears like intermissions
Sniping competition
No intervention
Tryna get the bar
Like i am a lawyer
I'm a conqueror
Like kang
Iddy bitty bitch won't change
She the same
When I call back she calling me names
Gotta control but no I'm not playing
A lot of these niggas got issues
I'm running this shit like my nose need a tissue
Like X-rays I can see right through you
Clinging to me will not give you a clear view
Write down things that matter to me
I don't get paid I do this for free
Baby girl shy but hiding she a freak
No she can't lie when she chilling wit me
I ain't got time to cover your mess
I got my own issues to check
Tryna get my 2 passions to make bread
Ain't gon make a choice shit enough has been said
Shit enough been said
Crazy they think I'm insane yeah yeah
I Don't know what to tell them anymore
I've noticed that there're off
Claymore explosion you waited for me
I cannot guess what you was thinking anymore
I had a vision it worn off
See,
I don't want no more stress (stress)
Counting my days I'm blessed (blessed)
I don't want no more stress (stress)
I'm Counting my days I'm blessed (blessed)
Can't tell if there lying to me
Got me feeling like I'm the freak

Written by:
Gianni Fykes

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