[Lyric] STØP STRESSIN (G (From The G))

Ok


Lets gø




Reporting live from ØG’s brain

It’s stormin

So much Ms Elliot can’t stand the rain

The same way

You sleepin on me and can't stand the pain


That i dont care cuz imma bed that’s missin springs


So


Bitch stop stressin


WOO


Live ya life


Tell that lil bitch

Bitch stop stressin

Err-thang gon be aight




Holdup

Wait a minute
I was…




Raised in the chi off of stoney

Little did i know one day id be tony

One thing i can't be is phony

I am a mac and you just macaroni



Tryna get the queso

If you dont like it give my ass a beso

I heard that on the low

You be crackin 4’s

But in the field you foldin like an egg roll


Try to search my name and it say maco

But its ok the fame on the way-o


Rest in peace to all the souls

That ain't survive the rodeo

(lemme chill)



Im on live nation’s payroll

And you bet they gon pay me

Cuz imma go nuts on each stage

Yeah imma go cockamamie



Yeah this is a painting

You can just hear it


If you got love handles im tryna steer it


Nowadays you gotta pay for my appearence

Id make so much if i can get this beat’s clearance





Im on the shelf with the new product

Yo shit is somewhere on clearance

Success is callin i can hear it

I pass the touchdown with no interference


Im in a band with myselves and i dont think that imma go solo


But if you can picture me rollin, im all alone in the 4 door




I cannot sit on no high horse my nigga i still work at polo

But im the boss at ØRIGINALS
So i went tatted the logo



She said papi what you want? i said todos

Up in this mundo

And on mars like bruno

And maybe on pluto

Might make it my juno

I bet that i could whoop yo nigga in uno



Beat em so bad he’ll have to tell me kudos

Cuz in his heart know he sweeter than glucose

Then i pull up make it rain on yo ass w them same fuckin uno


Cards

Bitch i am sharp as a shard

And i bite hard as a gurard

Without no gun

Cuz he tried to run the ones

With an inmate end up losin his tongue


Baby


Im short on bread can you lend me some buns?

Somehow i still got the trust w no funds

That ill take over the world with my thumbs

Wait let me fill my lungs



My life a series of trial and error

Of triumph and terror

Ill bring the bad news just dont shoot the the bearer

Ban you if you in the way of my farers

Please tell me who rarer



I make music for all the dreamers

All the followers and leaders

Man shoutout the under and over achievers

All the believers



Shoutout the loyal that stickin with the cheatahs

And shoutout the ones givin blood to the leachers

Shoutout the kids doin good up in school

And shoutout the kids that fuckin in the bleachers



All of the Biebers that ain't got a usher

And all the Kanye’s that ain't gotta mother

Shit i just think we should be nice to each other

Before we start purging & slicing each other



Im choppin this beat like im slicing thru butter

Im milkin the clock like i like to squeeze utters


Hoardin my thoughts tryna sort through the clutter

You can't wash my brain it was born in the gutter




Used to hit mellow yellow

When i was a mellow fellow

But drugs got my eggs feelin scrambled so i flip from sunny to deviled



How many times i say it ain’t no stoppin me?

Dont need a strap because ain't no one jockin me

I dont like veggies but im smokin broccoli

Some people might say that that’s an anomaly


Hmmm



Think imma make that the name of this tape

Just like lil wayne im sorry that it’s late

Just like that time i pulled up for a date

And thought it was at 8




Then i found out i was late by a day

Texted and told her im so sorry shay


She said boy my name cici

But i am not drake and you can’t be my kiki

Ain't heard back in 3 weeks




Spazz on these tracks until im feelin wheezy

Tryna go from tv dinners to tv

I worked at nike and they called me cleezy

There’s a backstory ask me if you meet
Me



Came in the game and i must say she fertile

I already got me some lil baby squirtles


Last year i kept fallin tryna jump hurdles

Now i get it poppin til you call me kernel




Or i guess i meant colonel

Startin to understand the way that colin felt

But i ain't kapernick

If ain't no cap in it

When i say




Heart so cold that i sold it to ya jeweler

And then i bet that he gon sell it to ya

You’ll be like “damn boy how is this shit cooler

Than anything else i done bought from this jeweler?”



Then he’ll tell you chill

You gon ask what’s the bill

Then he’ll tell you he can't do nothin less than at least hunnid mil


Then you say fuck it ain't ask for no deal

Ain't even have to question if its real

Cuz when you put it on you got a chill

Jeweler said “now you know how ØG feel”



And then you said “damn…

Boy ain't it a blessing?

That my heart ain't never been that cold”

The jeweler said

“right so bitch stop stressin”