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Stressful day and stressful nights

Yeah

It’s big bad ass Clika gang

With the boss Frost

Just to put it down, for the year 2 G’s

Biotch

It’s on

Hopin' to God, to let me

Live, for my kids (That's right)

I’ve seen enough, since Do Or Die

I realized to change directions

Through my buddha high

Through my depressions

I’m asking questions, through the lessons

Hoping to get it on, and hit the bong, we rest

It’s ghetto buddha blessin'

Stressin', hopin'

To get out

See, fuck with coke, went to the pen

But then again, I see the reasons

That we had, to get it in

But now, we look for, better friends

A better life, I’m livin' in

Scene causes drama, but my mom

She says it makes us better men

So let it in

We use mistakes to take us

To a better place

Cause life’s a blast, keep it on safety

Cause it’s better safe, wastin' ya life

Lettin' it drain

Just hopin' for the rain

There is no way in life

You’ll get happiness

Not without the pain

And it’s a shame

But then it came, I heard someone say

«Even though things was hard

I was givin' a blessin' from God

Destined to be a star»

I’m hard when tested

Bulletproof vested

No need

When blessed, homie protected

I’m loco when I’m stressin'

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (You think they don’t know)

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (True, sho')

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (They don’t care about what’s going on)

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (To breathe)

For ten years now, I been in the game

Still suckers out there, tryin' to shame my name

Cock back the revolver

Out the game

Up in this bitch for financial gain, shit

Tell me that money don’t grow on trees

It does when you break it down to pounds of ki’s

D’s and V’s

Hoes and G’s

And a man conecta, overseas

So do that shit

Put in work

Me and the Clika doin' dirt

Bitch made hoes off showing skirts

Left for dead with their feelings hurt

Motherfuckers out there, look to top the game

A shit, when it lit, but it ain’t no thang

Together, locotes, they love to bang

Little nuts can’t compare, to the ones, that hang

So little G’s learn, what the O.G.'s teach you

Whatever you do, don’t let the cold G’s reach you

Stay strapped with the gat in ya lap

In the 'Llac, cause they motherfuckers out to beat you

The money, the power, the pussy for us

Jealousy, greed

Next man’s lust

The reason I’m a (???) cuete can’t rust

Is I don’t know when I’m a, have to bust

With no one to turn

And no one trust

I stay strapped with my, bulletproof vest

Thinkin' that they tryin' to put me to rest

Hit me hard, between the chest

But I got a, little kid to look after

And if I die

Then my child’ll be a bastard

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (You think they don’t know)

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (True, sho')

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (They don’t care about what’s going on)

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (To breathe)

We willin' in dealin' and chillin' like villians

And thuggin' and luggin' and constantly clubbin'

We mobbin' and robbin' and slangin' the chronic

My shit is the bombest, when it make you vomit

So take you a strong hit

Roll it or toke it, I’ll loan you a bong hit

I’ll hold it the longest

Til I’m black and I’m blue, and I look like a zombie

Back the fuck off

In Resident Evil

My lyrics’ll teach you, we crazy ass people

We don’t give a fuck

My presence is eagle

To anyone rappin', we tossin' it up

Load a .40 in the stress, the boys doing gecko

They learnin' they lesson, they takin' the pressure

The reason I’m rappin', to bring you the message

My wrong and my rights, can’t live with regrets

Compulsion, a threat

Two blunts when the tears fall, buried

Homies are pouring out beer

So light a fat leno and howl at the moon

We getting fucked up til the day of the doom

From the womb to the tomb, from Burke to Cali

From Vegas to Dallas, the north and south alley

If my dad was alive, then I know he’d be proud of me

Hauling the rats, with this lyrical slaughter me

Those who forgotten me, never be part of me

Step out the nuts and just back the fuck off

The big baddest Clika and Mr. Bigg Frost

I’ll walk til I rot and I’ll die for the cause

I lived as a bastard, I’ll blast if I have to

A thug with a passion, with manic depression

Lord, could you please, just send me a blessin'

I’m down on my knees and I’m sort of like stressin'

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (You think they don’t know)

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (True, sho')

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (They don’t care about what’s going on)

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (To breathe)

Attacking the bitch with a mack in a back

In a mob lab, I’m out to mackin' 'em up

With a gun, bub, motherfucker, trust me

Respect the name, before we test your name

And gangbang on your motherfuckin' homies

A homie once told me, «Never trust a hoe

Cause that bitch is a motherfuckin' phony»

Got to put it down for the homies, in the low-low's

With the .44's, drinking 40's

And all the shaved heads know me, O.G.'s

To the young ones with the guns

Buckin', smokin' somethin', fussin'

Everyday hustlin', to them busters

Lyrical gang bangs we floss on 'em

Hit 'em in the body with a bomb on 'em

Mad dawg ain’t fin to run up on the bomb

And let the twelve gauge do the talkin'

You walkin' a thin line, do or die, ridin' high

Throwin' up a sign when you ridin' by

These motherfuckers must be ready to die

With that chrome .45 to the side

And this life is a God damn shame

But the game, it still remains the same

And some of your daddies, they gangbanged in the 80's

Comin' through the same thangs

To movin' them thangs, regardless of pain

Been out for the fame, monetary gain

Through the car and rain

We maintain, and quick to take aim

To blow out your fuckin' brains

Anybody’s insane, when needed

Pavement’s bleedin'

Facin' our enemies weeded

The nine millimenter, you need me, sent you to sin

Days that we livin' in, so I’m smoked out

Stressin'

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (You think they don’t know)

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (True, sho')

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (They don’t care about what’s going on)

I’m ridin' (Ride)

Smokin' on some weed (Weed)

Sippin' on the bottle (Bottle)

I’m happy just to breathe (To breathe)

Don’t need no more stress in my life (Stress in my life…)