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NO STRESSIN Video (MV)




Performed By: DeLuca
Language: English
Length: 3:49
Written by: Marcus Carter II




DeLuca - NO STRESSIN Lyrics
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Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Pay attention to the way you move, I bossed up had shit to prove
That loud pack put me in the mood, I smoke then I find a groove
Run the whole track, like a linebacker do, no slack boy I'll tackle you
Cut ties like I like when I like, call me a Klondike
People will do anything for these bars, go talk slick we can get involved dawg
My wits is stronger than yours, my flows way harder than yours
I am an artists regardless I hit the target I practice all of my talents
Just call me Lucas the marksman, I roll the loud and I spark it
Alone I sat in the darkness, just me and a little weed
Alleviate all of my hardships, got me feeling so great
I never knew I could be feeling this good
Take away my anxiety, inside of me, got me feeling in control in the driver seat
See you eyeing me, I'm supplying heat
For the people that f*ck with the message
Such a blessing never stressing
Keep my head up when I was down I learned my lesson
Now I'm back and bitch I'm better, high off life and marijuana
Smoke it cuz I f*cking wanna, do it when I f*cking wanna
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Work was bullshit today I gotta roll like twenty jays
Just to help it keep me straight you know I go like float away
High off ganja, Mary Jane, marijuana up in flames
Spark it smoke it to the face, no we don't do this shit for play
Me and Ronnie link up and we get to smoking on that gas
F*ck the stressing it'll make it pass, gotta get right up and get off yo ass
Focus on money nigga get that cash, slow shit down stop moving so fast
You don't gotta do that, sometimes you sit back and Relax
Count stacks and that's all facts, dick in her guts I be breaking her back
Roll up the loud and she's smoking my pack
She show me love and I love her right back
Here from the jump and we not turning back
No slack, do you feel me
I'm not out here chasing millions, I just want to feed my children
Hold it down like Uncle Phil did, but I am no f*cking William
Freshest nigga in my field and I don't even rock that flashy shit
All you hypebeasts can suck a dick, see this bag my mom made it
Supreme fashion from some niggas local grinding to make it
Gone get yo shine we gone make it, hit the blunt
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
You don't even smoke like that, you can't even smoke my pack
You know I ain't holding back, I cop an ounce I'm smoking that
I cop I pound I roll it back to back to back to back to back
So much weed in my body, you'd think it's supposed to be like that
Addicted like it's some crack, smoking all day taking dabs
Too damn high go take a nap, you niggas can't out smoke the cap
That's all facts I be fried, I be higher than yo taxes
Face a blunt now I'm relaxing to the max
You don't want static, all yo records sound like ass man
I'm the genie no Aladdin, high as aspen
You imagine smoking heavy like the captain
Thought you could but you was capping
Now get up out my face, you can't even roll a jay
You can't keep up with my pace, I'm too great
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Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Pay attention to the way you move, I bossed up had shit to prove
That loud pack put me in the mood, I smoke then I find a groove
Run the whole track, like a linebacker do, no slack boy I'll tackle you
Cut ties like I like when I like, call me a Klondike
People will do anything for these bars, go talk slick we can get involved dawg
My wits is stronger than yours, my flows way harder than yours
I am an artists regardless I hit the target I practice all of my talents
Just call me Lucas the marksman, I roll the loud and I spark it
Alone I sat in the darkness, just me and a little weed
Alleviate all of my hardships, got me feeling so great
I never knew I could be feeling this good
Take away my anxiety, inside of me, got me feeling in control in the driver seat
See you eyeing me, I'm supplying heat
For the people that f*ck with the message
Such a blessing never stressing
Keep my head up when I was down I learned my lesson
Now I'm back and bitch I'm better, high off life and marijuana
Smoke it cuz I f*cking wanna, do it when I f*cking wanna
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Work was bullshit today I gotta roll like twenty jays
Just to help it keep me straight you know I go like float away
High off ganja, Mary Jane, marijuana up in flames
Spark it smoke it to the face, no we don't do this shit for play
Me and Ronnie link up and we get to smoking on that gas
F*ck the stressing it'll make it pass, gotta get right up and get off yo ass
Focus on money nigga get that cash, slow shit down stop moving so fast
You don't gotta do that, sometimes you sit back and Relax
Count stacks and that's all facts, dick in her guts I be breaking her back
Roll up the loud and she's smoking my pack
She show me love and I love her right back
Here from the jump and we not turning back
No slack, do you feel me
I'm not out here chasing millions, I just want to feed my children
Hold it down like Uncle Phil did, but I am no f*cking William
Freshest nigga in my field and I don't even rock that flashy shit
All you hypebeasts can suck a dick, see this bag my mom made it
Supreme fashion from some niggas local grinding to make it
Gone get yo shine we gone make it, hit the blunt
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
Feel the burn in yo chest, only smoking on the best
Exhale all the stress, smoke some potent and feel blessed
No stressing, no stressing, no stressing
You don't even smoke like that, you can't even smoke my pack
You know I ain't holding back, I cop an ounce I'm smoking that
I cop I pound I roll it back to back to back to back to back
So much weed in my body, you'd think it's supposed to be like that
Addicted like it's some crack, smoking all day taking dabs
Too damn high go take a nap, you niggas can't out smoke the cap
That's all facts I be fried, I be higher than yo taxes
Face a blunt now I'm relaxing to the max
You don't want static, all yo records sound like ass man
I'm the genie no Aladdin, high as aspen
You imagine smoking heavy like the captain
Thought you could but you was capping
Now get up out my face, you can't even roll a jay
You can't keep up with my pace, I'm too great
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Writer: Marcus Carter II
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