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Length: 2:15
Written by: Duvon Wiley




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That's better you know
I just want em to pray for me
Yeah, That's a whole nother story
Aye, yea
Yea yea

I hit the bong then grabbed my bag
Then I was out the door wit it
She know when I leave
It's cause I want more digits
Duckin through the scene
We don't want nomore pigeons
I could put in they hands
Still they wont get it
One mission
Getting paper n***a what the business is
Kinda good at math to sum it up
I just want dividends
Kickin down the door
You know my n***as
Brought some bitches in
Shorty used to curve me
Now she tryna throw her pitch again
We just gon let that fade
I was tryna keep my cool
So I post up in the shade
They think we on another page
Because we been up for some days
Let my home girl hit the wax she went to work in a daze
Aye
But this everyday life
I been living good I know that it ain't right
I got something up my sleeve
So just wait tight
Gs rollin up some Gs watch me take flight
Yea plus I got way way more knots than you
(I make it hot)
And I might get way more hot than you
(I make it)
Yea I might pour two shots out for you
I'm just tryna teach the things not to do

I'm staying stress free stree free
Yea I'm stress free
Ain't no way in hell I let no n***a
Stress me
I'm staying stress free stree free
Yea I'm stress free
Ain't no way in hell I let no bitches
Stress me
I'm staying stress free stree free
Yea I'm stress free
Ain't no way in hell I let no n***a
Stress me
I'm staying stress free
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That's better you know
I just want em to pray for me
Yeah, That's a whole nother story
Aye, yea
Yea yea

I hit the bong then grabbed my bag
Then I was out the door wit it
She know when I leave
It's cause I want more digits
Duckin through the scene
We don't want nomore pigeons
I could put in they hands
Still they wont get it
One mission
Getting paper n***a what the business is
Kinda good at math to sum it up
I just want dividends
Kickin down the door
You know my n***as
Brought some bitches in
Shorty used to curve me
Now she tryna throw her pitch again
We just gon let that fade
I was tryna keep my cool
So I post up in the shade
They think we on another page
Because we been up for some days
Let my home girl hit the wax she went to work in a daze
Aye
But this everyday life
I been living good I know that it ain't right
I got something up my sleeve
So just wait tight
Gs rollin up some Gs watch me take flight
Yea plus I got way way more knots than you
(I make it hot)
And I might get way more hot than you
(I make it)
Yea I might pour two shots out for you
I'm just tryna teach the things not to do

I'm staying stress free stree free
Yea I'm stress free
Ain't no way in hell I let no n***a
Stress me
I'm staying stress free stree free
Yea I'm stress free
Ain't no way in hell I let no bitches
Stress me
I'm staying stress free stree free
Yea I'm stress free
Ain't no way in hell I let no n***a
Stress me
I'm staying stress free
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Writer: Duvon Wiley
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