Cons - Don't Stress Me lyrics

[Intro] f**ers try play with me n***as should know They can't get the hang of this I'm on some other sh** Spitting my flows The pencil, I paint with it Haters should know the drill I'm just being real Possibly, man, this sh**'s all I got World domination with young Conz Hit the spot [Verse 1] Oh my god, man, Blesson got a deal Tellin' me to wait for your time, n***a, chill Started as a youngin' when time stood still And now I'm try'nna make it so I can pay my mom's bills No chills, but I got the piece and I got some love and it's too damn deep And I know a lot of n***as that would love to get ahead of me Even you friend of me, you still call me enemy 'Cause homie, I go hand, bruh And I'm 19 years and I still ain't got no plans, bruh Also living, yeah, we're making it pop I was dipping for my n***as, started pushing the rocks Elevated soul, need to speak up my mind But you lightheaded people, y'all just wasting my time Rag to riches, don't try to cut me some shine Can't you see I'm try'nna make a way? Hey, Conz, when that new sh** coming out? Try'nna check your Facebook, but sh** is really hella drought I mean you even rap no more and I really, really think that you need a nice turn about [Pre-Hook] Don't stress me I work in my own phase and if you hatin' on that sh**, n***a, say it to my face Even my slayin', even my brand, that somebody ever would drop me [Hook] n***a, don't stress me I'm doing my thing and these haters keep looking n***a, don't stress me I'm up in the kitchen, my homie, I'm cooking n***a, don't stress me Ain't nobody gon' press me Ain't no fool gon' stress me n***a, don't stress me Ain't nobody gon' press me Ain't no fool gon' stress me [Post-Hook] Stressin', stressin' all the time Stressin', stressin' on my mind I'm stressin' all the time Stressin', stressin' all the time Workin', workin' overtime I'm workin' overtime [Verse 2] Test on a n***a that's thrill, test on a n***a that's real How the f** you ill, homies caught up in the fields Put my focus on the music, you know a n***a choose it Digging out n***as like I pick them with a toothpick And this all therapeutic, feel like Putin when I'm losin' Cash flow to the stars, that's where I'm shootin' Rap me some chains, I'm substituting You claim you the hottest, that need some provin' Homies on the come up, they f**in' groovin' Gotta get it, gotta get it, no way we losin' And I can see it all so clear, standin' toe to toe with my f**in' fears For the sake of the lord, don't get in my stuff, 'cause a n***a had enough, like [Hook] n***a, don't stress me I'm doing my thing and these haters keep looking n***a, don't stress me I'm up in the kitchen, my homie, I'm cooking n***a, don't stress me Ain't nobody gon' press me Ain't no fool gon' stress me n***a, don't stress me Ain't nobody gon' press me Ain't no fool gon' stress me