Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..
Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat
And tell me why would we just think about
Stressed out, ya you know im stressed out
Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years
Stressed only difference is i aint got no bitch to rub my shoulders
I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape
We' ve got opportunities to create
But girl i'm always stressed out, i just can't
Racks on racks, i don’t know how to act
I know i been threw hell
The twin towers fell
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