Begging Flexxing Stressing

No problem, no problem, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Hey

Guns, we got a lot of those

That's just something that you're used to when you're on the roads

Have you ever used your trigger finger? Let me know

Have you ever tried to hit a **** with the pole?

Drugs, we got a lot of those

Need the money so I had to sell it close to home

Have you ever seen a local nitty overdose?

Been through all these struggles on my own

Little ****, I ain't begging, begging you

I ain't stressing, stressing you

And I'm flexing, flexing on you

Who be stressing, stressing you?

Little ****, I ain't begging, begging you

I ain't stressing, stressing you

And I'm flexing, flexing on you

You gon' wish you never did me wrong, yeah

Why these **** wanna fuck with me? I don't fuck with 'em

I don't really want no new friends, I don't trust ****

It was only on the streets that we learned to bust triggers

**** try to take my life, me, I'm shocked for them

There was an outsider on this glide so we glide again

If they pull another stunt then we glide again

Only when a **** drops, when the gliding ends

They don't ever understand how we feel

Madness ain't the reason why we kill

I wish that my **** could be here

Keep this pain in so much I think I breathe tears

I remember that night when my soul died

Got the phone call on the block on the night

I remember that night, I was so high

Couldn't even tell you 'bout the pain when I cried

Lord knows that I felt so low, that I felt so low

And it weren't the first time in my life that I lost my homie

R-I-P Josh, Kobe, Nisha, you know the thing, O

Little ****, I ain't begging, begging you

I ain't stressing, stressing you

And I'm flexing, flexing on you

Who be stressing, stressing you?

Little ****, I ain't begging, begging you

I ain't stressing, stressing you

And I'm flexing, flexing on you

You gon' wish you never did me wrong