Hukuna Matata

I'm steady stressing y'all don't have a clue Class is in sesh when I step in the booth Sauce last forever I stay with the juice Smoke out his mind and then down it with booze Close to rewind it his diamonds approved Heart in his stomach his mind on the loose F*ck how you steppin I'm steppin in boots can't f*ck up my shoes so I buy em in two His time runnin out and his life on the line (I know you hear that drumroll) He could save himself but he just wasting time (and I know what I can control) Expressin the pain that he felling inside Cut people off cuz he tired of lies Emotions are mixed I ain't fuckin surprised I want him dead or that boy onna rise First time recording a song and I'm young as a bitch you gon see that I don't need no help (When you alone put yo trust in nobody don't worry bout no nigga) Bitch you step by yourself (I ain't no killer but if you want smoke then it's up with me nigga) You gon die by yourself (If you claiming that life and you clutchin that rod put yo trust in that trigger) You gon ride by yourself Pancakin I'm sippin on maple I'm sleepy like babies in cradles I'm tippin these tables this pistol I squeeze it like Plato I need all these pesos I run it then fly to Barbados You kno I travel with bandz in me nigga No ion have nomo friends with me nigga Them boys ain't shit take a glance at these niggas No you do not stand a chance with me nigga Steady take notes when I ride with the hittas got og's around me some of em militias Grew up a monkey turned into gorilla All I ever wanted was money li nigga Big rip to my nigga Dee f*ck they put my nigga to rest You playing with me I put this on bros f*ck it bitch imma cave in yo chest Off on these niggas then back to the rest Thinking this bullshit relieving my stress He seen a bullet go right through his neck Pray on my life and I hope I ain't next Look and I see how that shit go uh I knew that shit from the getgo uh Drip be to fresh like a mento uh Say bro lets roll a extendo uh I ain't in that shit for the drama Don't call if it ain't bout no commas Shid I might walk on stage with a choppa Gotta nine on me if you want problems You on Shit that I ain't got the time fa Imma dog bitch don't pull on my collar He keeping in all of his feelings Cuz the true him gon bring out a monsta I got tray I got jay I got thomas I got bill and li Wendell that follow Leave you chewing yo gums like a toddler When it's over hakuna matata