Didn't come on earth to act funny
Never had a penny but now I got a milli
So if I'm coming then I'm coming fully
You can never fool me
Na na na you can't fool me
Ɛmerɛ a mini sika no she left me for Kwame
Been on the thing no time for timing
Reach for the ends I know this a crime thing
Bro don't look out for me I'm in dirt mining
Every word counts every line paints a picture
All day in the scene I'm always getting richer
Waited so long not to serve not a waiter
Not a savior the truth is I came to save ya'
Write with emotions these words so solid
He Built from a firm foundation for the digit
You saw me a midget wondering how I did it
You tickle I won't fidget I'm gone for a minute
Still on the roads to chase my greatness
Poor in the system told myself no lateness
Had to get rich f*ck debaters they haters
It's a ball game so all of my friends are players
You don't have rap talent? Divert to bakery
How I made it through rap was just a mystery
Nigga got killed and lawyer took the bribery
Don't know what black is? Better go back to history
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh (Yeah)
Same time I'm on a low-key (Yeah)
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh (Yeah)
Same time I'm on a low-key (Yeah)
I see why most of you dick ride to get noticed
But I took it in blood that's why I'm focused
I'm the chosen one call me Feli not Moses
My team gets it straight without excuses
The game got locked I stay for the culture
If I go outta the hood heading straight to departure
Black boy spends white money don't think of color
Said I was funny I roll foreign for the dollar
Me after April I'm the weather in May
Still on the grind nyɛ koraa enti sɛ payday
Taking my life as it goes there's no replay
Weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
I said weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
Yeah you heard me uh
Weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh Yeah
Same time I'm on a low-key
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh Yeah
Same time I'm on a low-key
Paidfeli - sick & stressed Lyrics
Paidfeli - sick & stressed Lyrics
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English
Didn't come on earth to act funny
Never had a penny but now I got a milli
So if I'm coming then I'm coming fully
You can never fool me
Na na na you can't fool me
Ɛmerɛ a mini sika no she left me for Kwame
Been on the thing no time for timing
Reach for the ends I know this a crime thing
Bro don't look out for me I'm in dirt mining
Every word counts every line paints a picture
All day in the scene I'm always getting richer
Waited so long not to serve not a waiter
Not a savior the truth is I came to save ya'
Write with emotions these words so solid
He Built from a firm foundation for the digit
You saw me a midget wondering how I did it
You tickle I won't fidget I'm gone for a minute
Still on the roads to chase my greatness
Poor in the system told myself no lateness
Had to get rich f*ck debaters they haters
It's a ball game so all of my friends are players
You don't have rap talent? Divert to bakery
How I made it through rap was just a mystery
Nigga got killed and lawyer took the bribery
Don't know what black is? Better go back to history
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh (Yeah)
Same time I'm on a low-key (Yeah)
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh (Yeah)
Same time I'm on a low-key (Yeah)
I see why most of you dick ride to get noticed
But I took it in blood that's why I'm focused
I'm the chosen one call me Feli not Moses
My team gets it straight without excuses
The game got locked I stay for the culture
If I go outta the hood heading straight to departure
Black boy spends white money don't think of color
Said I was funny I roll foreign for the dollar
Me after April I'm the weather in May
Still on the grind nyɛ koraa enti sɛ payday
Taking my life as it goes there's no replay
Weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
I said weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
Yeah you heard me uh
Weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh Yeah
Same time I'm on a low-key
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh Yeah
Same time I'm on a low-key
Never had a penny but now I got a milli
So if I'm coming then I'm coming fully
You can never fool me
Na na na you can't fool me
Ɛmerɛ a mini sika no she left me for Kwame
Been on the thing no time for timing
Reach for the ends I know this a crime thing
Bro don't look out for me I'm in dirt mining
Every word counts every line paints a picture
All day in the scene I'm always getting richer
Waited so long not to serve not a waiter
Not a savior the truth is I came to save ya'
Write with emotions these words so solid
He Built from a firm foundation for the digit
You saw me a midget wondering how I did it
You tickle I won't fidget I'm gone for a minute
Still on the roads to chase my greatness
Poor in the system told myself no lateness
Had to get rich f*ck debaters they haters
It's a ball game so all of my friends are players
You don't have rap talent? Divert to bakery
How I made it through rap was just a mystery
Nigga got killed and lawyer took the bribery
Don't know what black is? Better go back to history
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh (Yeah)
Same time I'm on a low-key (Yeah)
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh (Yeah)
Same time I'm on a low-key (Yeah)
I see why most of you dick ride to get noticed
But I took it in blood that's why I'm focused
I'm the chosen one call me Feli not Moses
My team gets it straight without excuses
The game got locked I stay for the culture
If I go outta the hood heading straight to departure
Black boy spends white money don't think of color
Said I was funny I roll foreign for the dollar
Me after April I'm the weather in May
Still on the grind nyɛ koraa enti sɛ payday
Taking my life as it goes there's no replay
Weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
I said weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
Yeah you heard me uh
Weed kills the pain and turns my sorrows to foreplay
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh Yeah
Same time I'm on a low-key
I'm sick
I'm stressed
Trynna get this money
Same time I'm on a low-key
Uh Yeah
Same time I'm on a low-key
Writer: Felix Nkansah
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