Stress Lyrics

A ghetto boy

A ghetto boy with a city dreams meh

Zeh damn

I'm too eager for the paper, I'm too eager for the fame

If you focus on the hustle I promise you e go pay

One million night still the young nigga still dey chase

If you reason all the money I spend nigga you go craze

Man gatz to be a man, man gatz to get the bag

Mama told me be a man make you no go dey lose guard

Meh I have being in the dark i hope i see the light soon

Anything you wish me, me i wish you times two

I dey hustle i dey pray, i dey cash out on a low

If you carry my matter for head your head e go blow

If you like sail your ship me go still carry my boat

Get the money leave the hood before them go run me broke

Young nigga this days just wanna overdo

All this sleepless night na for the dough

No go dey reason me

No reason me owo

No go dey reason me

No reason me owo

What's going on bro?

What's going on fam?

It looks like you've been going through some sad shit lately bro

What the f*ck is going on meh

I'm too eager bro

Meh I'm too eager

I just want the racks

Young nigga want the racks bro

F*ck

Meh I came from the hood were everybody is a threat

All I need is funds I'm too young for this stress

Na time e go take I promise I will be there

If you no get money na then you go know who cares

So I light up my kush then I top am with my beer

Cos this life hard young nigga wants the best

Show me fake love I will turn you to my ex

When I no get money nobody really send

One man mopo everything na less

Hmm mmm mm

Hmm mmm mm

Meh I came from the hood were everyone is a threat

All I need is funds I'm too young for this stress

Damn meh I'm too young for this stress

Ghetto boy I'm too young for this stress

I'm too young for this stress

Me no wan dey stressing

Me just want the flexing

I'm too young for this stress

Me no wan dey stressing

Me just want the flexing