Stress

Smoke? you know it taste good

Thou art more lovely and more temperate

I'm godbless, I'm success so fuck stress

Nothing more and nothing less

I've been in here and I'm filling all 'em more

And all those deep shit I was previously down for

Penthouse on collins, money long as ocean drive

This wisdom his drive ain't deprived more and more guys arrive

P.S I ain't trying to nit pick

I get called more and more sadistic

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

With what was once original style becoming more and more commonplace

Away the tragedy, so I stay sucker free

Part ones, only gets more ugly

No more prison and cells

Bitch, don't mess this up for yourself

Bring it all back in the back of a black cadillac