Stressing, stressing bitch I'm f*cking stressing
Stressing, stressing bitch I'm f*cking stressing
Steady making beats with my bros
I don't really care if it's fast or slow
Give me the mic I'll adjust my flow
Bitch ass rappers thinking that they hard but it's just for show
Too much stress on my back, I need a release
But she ain't calling back so I can't get relief
So I'm Contemplating suicide
While I'm cruising O'side
And we getting cooked like some french fries
Can't be stressed when I'm high
Nah, can't be stressed when I'm high (aye)
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Lil gremlin slicing necks and counting checks, but they all bounce though
Coming up in her alcove, all these bitches f*cking shallow
Always stressing 'bout what's next and
All these thotties I be texting can't be f*cking comprehending
All this stress I'm going through
All this pain is stuck on me like some f*cking glue
All my homies pull me up they stay f*cking true
Dead Broke Boys yeah thats the f*cking crew, uh
Yeah, Dead Broke Boys yeah thats the f*cking crew, true