No Stress ft. Ego Beats Lyrics

Yeah

Yeah, Uh

Listen, I can't really say a lot about it

I can rap, I ain't gotta doubt it

Mamelodi found a better rep

Ego Beats is the best yet

I wish you were less of a hater and hating on things I say

I wish I was more ballsy than a chop buster

I'm a crop duster

Coz I sprinkle knowledge all above your heads

I'm high-flying, without me your dead

Well I'm not dying

How do I write these bars?

It feels like I'm not trying

Well I am trying

My best

You the top, I'm the toppest

Competition to a contest

You the resident and I'm the president

Coz I'm topping you at anything that you gotta do

Amma make my own way over here bro

I ain't gotta follow you

Amma father who?

Amma father you

Point taken

Mostly I would get so mistaken as a 25 year old kid

With a canvas and I start painting

I'm not waiting

For anybody

Before I started, they started doubting

I wrote a lot

So I open up my book and start to jot

Ok Miley Cyrus, You a "wrecking ball"

I'm a juggernaut

You got jugs-not that I care

I would run, not that I fear

I mean the game now that I'm here

DAMN

Started from one place to another, little kid to a rapper

It's all about what I do now, it don't matter what I do after

I would lie to my parents a lot so that makes me an actor

And don't tell me to tone it down, coz I'm only gonna go faster

No stress, I be killing it with ease (Yeah)

No stress everyday and every weekend

No stress, I be killing it with ease (Yeah)

No stress everyday and every weekend

I have been working around the clock

So I've been stressing like quite a lot

I may be young to talk about this

But yeah, amma do it and amma jot

I jot my thoughts, I know it's a start

I do not drive, I wanted a Kart

You think you "the shit", you ain't even "the Fart"

Shooting subliminal shots in the dark, mhm

J - S T Y L E, that's what you call me

Making a name for myself

Give you my tens but no one would call me

Listened to TSA, A-Reece, Nasty C SA, Big Hash, Willy Cardiac, everybody else too

Even listen to Beats by Dre, ey

I'm an old-school mixed with new school type of rapper

It's so cool

I would make a song during quarantine,

So I'm pretty sure it's no school

Ain't it weird that I do this?

Lyrically, I'm a nuisance

I'm a "10 fold" type of kid

Take my 10 cents keep your 2 cents

Multiply that shit

Then I make a prophet

But I won't stop it

Till I make cash in my damn pockets, uh

I just wanna make songs, prove em all wrong till they all gone, uh

I just wanna be the best, forget all the rest

And that's the whole song

Started from one place to another, little kid to a rapper

It's all about what I do now, it don't matter what I do after

I would lie to my parents a lot so that makes me an actor

And don't tell me to tone it down, coz I'm only gonna go faster

No stress, I be killing it with ease (Yeah)

No stress everyday and every weekend

No stress, I be killing it with ease (Yeah)

No stress everyday and every weekend

No stress, I be killing it with ease (Yeah)

No stress everyday and every weekend

No stress, I be killing it with ease (Yeah)

No stress everyday and every weekend