[Chorus: Klass Murda]

I can't get no rest

Lately, I've been stressed

Tryna make it on my own

I got some niggas dead

Some niggas in the feds

Wishing they could find they way home

Lately, I've been all alone

Lately, my house don't feel like a home

Lately, can't nobody call my phone

Lately, lately

[Verse 1: Che Noir]

Lately, I just wanna stay to myself

All the pain that I felt

Came from the people I thought that loved me

I’m blamin the wealth

Money never bought me happiness, it feels like a loan

'Cause amongst a crowd of people, I would still feel alone

Had to build on my own, took me years to get on

Work my skills to the bone, prey to bring meals to my home

Check the deals that I closed, merch with guildan was sold

Business buildings I own, bitch, take a kneel to my throne

Dangerous, most of these niggas can’t hang with us

But only broke bitter niggas hate on us

Pop champagne drink ace from cups

We don’t wait for luck

Most started young when they played with guns

Aim and buss, then ya body fade to dust

Childhood far from a Brady bunch

And the Bars that I’m spitting ain’t made for clubs

It’s OG's that I still admire

Learned how to run a business that I built from wire

Living in the ghetto, it’s a field of fire

Broke down, cried a river when they killed Mariah

Visionary want success since a kid

I was destined for wins

The shit I wrote going next to the Big's

With the Hov’s and the X's and Kim's

Nigga

[Chorus: Klass Murda]

I can't get no rest

Lately, I've been stressed

Tryna make it on my own

I got some niggas dead

Some niggas in the feds

Wishing they could find they way home

Lately, I've been all alone

Lately, my house don't feel like a home

Lately, can't nobody call my phone

Lately, lately

[Verse 2: Che Noir]

Yeah, yuh, prestigious the words I’m thinking

The 42 slur my speeches

Plans that I cultivated through rap, so my earnings decent

Picture me as a kid in the house near the furnace freezing

And granny giving all of her cash to the churches deacons

I could’ve been a billionaire, but I didn’t know half these things

Was just a nerdy kid with Silicon Valley dreams

Now critics judging me by a score that they say is valid

Y’all don’t listen to words, y’all let billboards determine talent

Now, I laugh at that

A whole song by your favorite artist couldn’t fuck with just half a rap

Cause them same niggas had a plaque

Then going broke and fighting for they masters back, yeah

Every bar from track to track, I receive all the cash for that

Keep a killer when I lap the map

Better duck when he clap the gat, uh

The goals y’all set, I'm passin' that

You bitches could never put me in a box

I’ll carry this shit on my own, fuck beggin', I don’t gotta compete for a spot

They never show love at the bottom, they ain’t show love 'til they seen me at the top

Stayed ten toes down, feet on the ground, never with knees in the rocks

For real

[Chorus: Klass Murda]

I can't get no rest

Lately, I've been stressed

Tryna make it on my own

I got some niggas dead

Some niggas in the feds

Wishing they could find they way home

Lately, I've been all alone

Lately, my house don't feel like a home

Lately, can't nobody call my phone

Lately, lately