[Chorus: Bri-C]

Lately I feel like a nigga been stressing

How many days do I gotta keep pressing?

Stacking the hours I’m giving what’s left and

Wonder what’s worth it I’m counting my blessings

Focused on me and my niggas we reppin'

Key to the streets I don’t need me a weapon

I don't got beef 'cause I’m focused on green

Had that government cheese when I barely could get shit

This shit been a race, but my nigga I lead it

True to myself, but they call me conceited

Stay with my Brodie’s and all of 'em eating

Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat 'em

Banger to banger I’m keeping 'em fiendin'

Damier Gucci the Louis, it’s even

Prada my baby I’m keepin' her teething

Straight to the point 'cause they gave me a reason

[Verse 1: Bri-C]

Back in my element, fuck all these niggas

I’m done with the talking I’m right back to balling

Thinking they got me, they never could top me

Unless it’s they shorty she all on my stomach

See how I’m thumbing, you know how we coming

Y’all juggin for nothing it’s honestly rubbish

See what I want and I take it like fuck it

I don’t got no problems the check I'ma cut it

Back to the real I'ma level it out

I’m feeling like lately I’m burning shit down

If I'ma be honest since we on the topic

I’m fucking exhausted it’s burning me out

It’s all for my momma I’m making her proud

For all of them nights she was holding it down

Barely could sleep with the gas tank on E

I don't know how she breathing it’s keeping me round

Louis the buckle with Fendi my duffle

Got people I know round the way that could touch you

I’m on a new level took yours just to double

You picked up the bag but I bet you a fumble

This shit what I do like I’m KD or Russell

I’m honestly even like book in the bubble

Them niggas ain’t touching me I’m yelling fuck 'em

I’m dubbing the opps ain’t no problem to rush 'em

[Chorus: Bri-C]

Lately I feel like a nigga been stressing

How many days do I gotta keep pressing?

Stacking the hours I’m giving what’s left and

Wonder what’s worth it I’m counting my blessings

Focused on me and my niggas we reppin'

Key to the streets I don’t need me a weapon

I don't got beef 'cause I’m focused on green

Had that government cheese when I barely could get shit

This shit been a race, but my nigga I lead it

True to myself, but they call me conceited

Stay with my Brodie’s and all of 'em eating

Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat 'em

Banger to banger I’m keeping 'em fiendin'

Damier Gucci the Louis, it’s even

Prada my baby I’m keepin' her teething

Straight to the point 'cause they gave me a reason

[Verse 2: Taylr Woods]

Yeah, don’t let me get started 'bout niggas I’m better than

Not a rookie I’m really a veteran (Okay)

I’m balling out I should get me a letterman

Only thing that I need is the cheddar man (Yeah)

You got a problem we can link up whenever man

Niggas know that I’m really the better man (Yeah)

I make it rain like the motherfucking weather man (Yeah)

Getting money is something they never can (Okay)

These niggas ain’t really on shit (Oh)

Full of that cap like they working at Lids (Yeah, okay)

I got your bitch and she up in my crib (Okay)

She wanna come stay cause she like how I live

People keep sleeping it is what it is (It is)

I’m getting my money I’m stacking my chips

These niggas ain’t doing no better than this (Okay)

They copying me so I call them my kids

Aye, running this shit like a mother fucking track meet (Yeah)

If you ain’t talking don’t at me (Oh)

I been balling so hard like an athlete (Yeah)

Niggas hate and I know they can’t stand me (Yeah)

Aye, I’m at the top of the game

And these niggas can’t stop me so don’t even try (Don't even try)

Don’t try to tell me my shit is trash lil nigga you don’t gotta lie (Gotta lie)

[Chorus: Bri-C]

Lately I feel like a nigga been stressing

How many days do I gotta keep pressing?

Stacking the hours I’m giving what’s left and

Wonder what’s worth it I’m counting my blessings

Focused on me and my niggas we reppin'

Key to the streets I don’t need me a weapon

I don't got beef 'cause I’m focused on green

Had that government cheese when I barely could get shit

This shit been a race, but my nigga I lead it

True to myself, but they call me conceited

Stay with my Brodie’s and all of 'em eating

Writing them lyrics your shorty repeat 'em

Banger to banger I’m keeping 'em fiendin'

Damier Gucci the Louis, it’s even

Prada my baby I’m keepin' her teething

Straight to the point 'cause they gave me a reason

[Outro]

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