[Chorus: Bri-C] Lately I feel like a nigga been stressing How many days do I gotta keep pressing? Stacking the hours I’m giving what’s left and Wonder what’s worth it I’m counting my blessings Focused on me and my niggas we reppin' Key to the streets I don’t need me a weapon I don't got beef 'cause I’m focused on green Had that government cheese when I barely could get shit This shit been a race, but my nigga I lead it True to myself, but they call me conceited Stay with my Brodie’s and all of 'em eating Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat 'em Banger to banger I’m keeping 'em fiendin' Damier Gucci the Louis, it’s even Prada my baby I’m keepin' her teething Straight to the point 'cause they gave me a reason [Verse 1: Bri-C] Back in my element, fuck all these niggas I’m done with the talking I’m right back to balling Thinking they got me, they never could top me Unless it’s they shorty she all on my stomach See how I’m thumbing, you know how we coming Y’all juggin for nothing it’s honestly rubbish See what I want and I take it like fuck it I don’t got no problems the check I'ma cut it Back to the real I'ma level it out I’m feeling like lately I’m burning shit down If I'ma be honest since we on the topic I’m fucking exhausted it’s burning me out It’s all for my momma I’m making her proud For all of them nights she was holding it down Barely could sleep with the gas tank on E I don't know how she breathing it’s keeping me round Louis the buckle with Fendi my duffle Got people I know round the way that could touch you I’m on a new level took yours just to double You picked up the bag but I bet you a fumble This shit what I do like I’m KD or Russell I’m honestly even like book in the bubble Them niggas ain’t touching me I’m yelling fuck 'em I’m dubbing the opps ain’t no problem to rush 'em [Chorus: Bri-C] Lately I feel like a nigga been stressing How many days do I gotta keep pressing? Stacking the hours I’m giving what’s left and Wonder what’s worth it I’m counting my blessings Focused on me and my niggas we reppin' Key to the streets I don’t need me a weapon I don't got beef 'cause I’m focused on green Had that government cheese when I barely could get shit This shit been a race, but my nigga I lead it True to myself, but they call me conceited Stay with my Brodie’s and all of 'em eating Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat 'em Banger to banger I’m keeping 'em fiendin' Damier Gucci the Louis, it’s even Prada my baby I’m keepin' her teething Straight to the point 'cause they gave me a reason [Verse 2: Taylr Woods] Yeah, don’t let me get started 'bout niggas I’m better than Not a rookie I’m really a veteran (Okay) I’m balling out I should get me a letterman Only thing that I need is the cheddar man (Yeah) You got a problem we can link up whenever man Niggas know that I’m really the better man (Yeah) I make it rain like the motherfucking weather man (Yeah) Getting money is something they never can (Okay) These niggas ain’t really on shit (Oh) Full of that cap like they working at Lids (Yeah, okay) I got your bitch and she up in my crib (Okay) She wanna come stay cause she like how I live People keep sleeping it is what it is (It is) I’m getting my money I’m stacking my chips These niggas ain’t doing no better than this (Okay) They copying me so I call them my kids Aye, running this shit like a mother fucking track meet (Yeah) If you ain’t talking don’t at me (Oh) I been balling so hard like an athlete (Yeah) Niggas hate and I know they can’t stand me (Yeah) Aye, I’m at the top of the game And these niggas can’t stop me so don’t even try (Don't even try) Don’t try to tell me my shit is trash lil nigga you don’t gotta lie (Gotta lie) [Chorus: Bri-C] Lately I feel like a nigga been stressing How many days do I gotta keep pressing? Stacking the hours I’m giving what’s left and Wonder what’s worth it I’m counting my blessings Focused on me and my niggas we reppin' Key to the streets I don’t need me a weapon I don't got beef 'cause I’m focused on green Had that government cheese when I barely could get shit This shit been a race, but my nigga I lead it True to myself, but they call me conceited Stay with my Brodie’s and all of 'em eating Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat 'em Banger to banger I’m keeping 'em fiendin' Damier Gucci the Louis, it’s even Prada my baby I’m keepin' her teething Straight to the point 'cause they gave me a reason [Outro] Hey it's Traze, turn it up
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