Casanova Stress Lyrics

Yo pass that lighter real quick
Pass that yack too

I ain't get a hit yet
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet
I spent my whole advance on my neck
Now I'm back in the field with a tec
I'm Stressed
They Keep saying I'm blessed
Nigga I'm stressed
They Keep saying I'm blessed

I'm taking pain meds... uhh I swallow these until I feel brain dead...
Laying in my couch in house in my ray bandz... feeling like gotti with the shotti Ima made man...
f*ck I robbed my man for a couple pounds... cause he was up, I'm down... n there was nothing round... shit I'm taking uppers now...
Cause he tryna hunt me down... so I gota keep a gun around... jus Incase I gota gun him down...
Dick This the life of a crook... think set it off off my life was a book...
Ain't no bitch in me but I'm in a bank with a wig and a cig... I gota get it how I live...
Jazzy u my rib... had me stressed out on my bid... I know if I die or live... you Gona take care of the kids...
Brash when the feds was tailing u... u ain't tell on me... n I ain't tell on u I ain't get a hit yet
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet
I spent my whole advance on my neck
Now I'm back in the field with a tec
I'm Stressed
They Keep saying I'm blessed
Nigga I'm stressed
They Keep saying I'm blessed

Don't wana talk about spinning blocks... or drilling opps... look how they did that nigga pop... man I'm still in shock...
How they don't care if u a kid or not... if u live or not... I'm just glad we went to that dinner spot...

So we cud chop it up... rappers is the ones they killing n locking up...
All up on ya dick when u lit n u heating up... but start to
Move slick when they think u ain't lit enough... wild as f*ck right?
I say grace... I strap the 40 to my waist,.. I can't afford another case... but run up on me ima shoot u in the face Ba Ba boom

I ain't get a hit yet
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet
I spent my whole advance on my neck
Now I'm back in the field with a tec
I'm Stressed
They Keep saying I'm blessed
Nigga I'm stressed
They Keep saying I'm blessed