Testo Stressed - Rich Homie Quan
Testo della canzone Stressed (Rich Homie Quan), tratta dall'album Coma
Hey
(Renee) whoa
I keep that lead on me like I got a test
Fire up a cigarette, I need one when I'm stressed
Still smoking weed to clear my mind and no more X
My bitch got mad when she found out I've been hitting my ex
I told my girl, "Don't try to change me
Been through so much, I'm not the same me
What you expect when I been going hard?
We can't keep going back and forth
Just need you to hold me down, is that too much to ask you for?"
Bankroll in my pocket make them hoes dance
Just stay focused, don't get caught up in what them hoes saying
Only way to identify his body is by the toe tag
And I put my bitch, I put my grind to let my hoe brag
And I got some money that I ain't touch, get it out my hoe bag
Four bands I paid for this jacket, it's on my coat tag
Ralph Lauren drawls to hold my nuts, that's where the dope at
And we keep that money in the circle like a cul de sac
We bust a U in the middle of the street and then we double back
I ain't know that boy from a can of paint, I had to cop a stack
We robbed that boy, he had a gun, but he ain't bust it back
My bitch done cheated on me before, so I don't trust her ass
I keep that lead on me like I got a test
Fire up a cigarette, I need one when I'm stressed
Still smoking weed to clear my mind and no more X
My bitch got mad when she found out I've been hitting my ex
I told my girl, "Don't try to change me
Been through so much, I'm not the same me
What you expect when I been going hard?
We can't keep going back and forth
Just need you to hold me down, is that too much to ask you for?"
Hustling, watching for the Feds, yeah-ay-ay-yay-ay
I'm in a coma, I'm not dead, yeah-ay-ay-yay-ay
Ok, we're running through the light, disrespect that street sign (disrespect that street sign)
You know I'ma catch that boy later, won't let no beef slide (won't let no beef slide)
Throw up them Bs, he gon' rep that thumb and the B sign (rep that thumb and the B sign)
Condo, townhouse, to the mansion, got all three kinds (got all three)
Now why my whole city change when they weren't eating fine (why they change?)
Next safe getting full, put it in a shoebox, stack it knee-high
And even in the club, if I'm doing the show, I gotta keep fire
'Cause I don't wanna have to be the one to send you up just to see God (no, no, no)
We been showing guns here, I don't bang
But sweep and getting money forever
And I ain't tryna go to court, I gave 'em 90 days to settle
Called up wifey, you know I bought, wanted 100 for the bezel
No more sneaking the answer to the test from the teachers
I keep that lead on me like I got a test
Fire up a cigarette, I need one when I'm stressed (I need one right now)
Still smoking weed to clear my mind and no more X (no more X now)
My bitch got mad when she found out I've been hitting my ex
I told my girl, "Don't try to change me"
Been through so much, I'm not the same me
What you expect when I been going hard?
We can't keep going back and forth
Just need you to hold me down, is that too much to ask you for?
Hustling, watching for the Feds, yeah-ay, yay-ay-ay
I'm in a coma, I'm not dead, yeah-ay, yay-ay-ay
(Renee)
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Writer(s): Willie Jerome Byrd, Jason L Patterson Jr
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