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Rad - Stress (2017) [feat. Aown] Lyrics



Rad - Stress (2017) [feat. Aown] Lyrics
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This is real shit
That's all it is
Yo know I gotchu Rad
Sometimes I sit back
And I test myself
But instead
I really f*cking stress myself
Nobody's understanding me
Not even my family
I'm smiling towards insanity
My thoughts really damage me
I play it off like this shit is really casually
But I'm f*cking up
And nigga that's reality
Somewhere inside my mind
I know I got a masterpiece
Plus I push it to no limit
Nigga like I'm Master P
Kill your bitch quick
Boy know it had to be
Switching up the flow
Nigga I just jab and weave
All they rapping
To me it sound like make believe
Comparing me to them
Is undergraduate to PhD's
Where I'm headed
Sometime I don't know
But I'm keeping my head above
I'm just trying to stay afloat
Watching life
Through every motherf*cking bullet smoke
Hold my daughter up
Nigga that's the only way I cope
And if you fall down
Daddy be the bungee to your ropes
Have you and your grandma first class
Flying coast to coast
Ima keep on grinding
Till we shining in a ghost
I said life might be a bitch
But just know that we'll elope
Look into my eyes and feel the hope
Bagging up
Late night
Hoping fiends really feel the dope
Life might be a bitch
But just know that we'll elope
I said life might be a bitch
But just know that we'll elope
Don't watch how we move
We stay low key
Two thousand seventeen
Sounding like an OG
Don't hop on a beat if you cannot hold me
You'll f*ck around and get
Dunked on
Spanked up
F*ck off
Hold your questions
Wait
Backtrack its bold off
You to mentioned that
That you think this game has been through a
Few recessions
That just proves attention
And focus has shifted
And boy am I livid
'Cause I'm sitting in this game
And I'm motherf*cking gifted
Past painting pictures
You could see it live vivid
Spitting how I'm living
So y'all could vibe with it
Trying to do it better than
Cole Jay and Nas did it
There ain't no lies in it
No words for the fakes
But a sideways glance
From my f*cking eyes squinted
She said she sees my drive
When she look into my eyes
And she want to get inside
I'm sorry
This ride's tinted
What
Rap game and passion son I'm blessed with
Ayo Rad
Is we stressing shit?
Nigga
Yea we stressing it
But really we ain't stressing shit
Yea we ain't stressing
We stressing?
Nigga we ain't stressing shit nigga
Stressing
We ain't stressing
We ain't stressing
Nigga we ain't stressing shit
You can just dead that
F*ck that whole part
You know what I mean
F*ck everybody that ain't believe in a nigga
Ya know what I mean?
That's a fact nigga
C'mon
Niggas out here
Like it's nothing
F*ck your grandmother
Your baby mama
All that
Niggas just pulled up
F*ck ya grandmom's
Your baby mom's
Ya know what I mean?
Two thousand seventeen
Big boy shit nigga
Don't try to watch how we move
Flex
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This is real shit
That's all it is
Yo know I gotchu Rad
Sometimes I sit back
And I test myself
But instead
I really f*cking stress myself
Nobody's understanding me
Not even my family
I'm smiling towards insanity
My thoughts really damage me
I play it off like this shit is really casually
But I'm f*cking up
And nigga that's reality
Somewhere inside my mind
I know I got a masterpiece
Plus I push it to no limit
Nigga like I'm Master P
Kill your bitch quick
Boy know it had to be
Switching up the flow
Nigga I just jab and weave
All they rapping
To me it sound like make believe
Comparing me to them
Is undergraduate to PhD's
Where I'm headed
Sometime I don't know
But I'm keeping my head above
I'm just trying to stay afloat
Watching life
Through every motherf*cking bullet smoke
Hold my daughter up
Nigga that's the only way I cope
And if you fall down
Daddy be the bungee to your ropes
Have you and your grandma first class
Flying coast to coast
Ima keep on grinding
Till we shining in a ghost
I said life might be a bitch
But just know that we'll elope
Look into my eyes and feel the hope
Bagging up
Late night
Hoping fiends really feel the dope
Life might be a bitch
But just know that we'll elope
I said life might be a bitch
But just know that we'll elope
Don't watch how we move
We stay low key
Two thousand seventeen
Sounding like an OG
Don't hop on a beat if you cannot hold me
You'll f*ck around and get
Dunked on
Spanked up
F*ck off
Hold your questions
Wait
Backtrack its bold off
You to mentioned that
That you think this game has been through a
Few recessions
That just proves attention
And focus has shifted
And boy am I livid
'Cause I'm sitting in this game
And I'm motherf*cking gifted
Past painting pictures
You could see it live vivid
Spitting how I'm living
So y'all could vibe with it
Trying to do it better than
Cole Jay and Nas did it
There ain't no lies in it
No words for the fakes
But a sideways glance
From my f*cking eyes squinted
She said she sees my drive
When she look into my eyes
And she want to get inside
I'm sorry
This ride's tinted
What
Rap game and passion son I'm blessed with
Ayo Rad
Is we stressing shit?
Nigga
Yea we stressing it
But really we ain't stressing shit
Yea we ain't stressing
We stressing?
Nigga we ain't stressing shit nigga
Stressing
We ain't stressing
We ain't stressing
Nigga we ain't stressing shit
You can just dead that
F*ck that whole part
You know what I mean
F*ck everybody that ain't believe in a nigga
Ya know what I mean?
That's a fact nigga
C'mon
Niggas out here
Like it's nothing
F*ck your grandmother
Your baby mama
All that
Niggas just pulled up
F*ck ya grandmom's
Your baby mom's
Ya know what I mean?
Two thousand seventeen
Big boy shit nigga
Don't try to watch how we move
Flex
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Writer: Aown Ali, Radames Duran
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

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Performed By: Rad
Language: English
Length: 2:50
Written by: Aown Ali, Radames Duran

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