[intro]
from the roots of depression...

to the coupe + the necklace

niggas just want it all

don’t let them ppl oppress us..

from the roots of rejection

just my honest confession..

niggas just want it all..

but these crackers wan stress us

[verse]
why u niggas look stressed?

Helmut Lang cross my chest

I put babies on flesh

for fat ass, supple breasts

growing up was a mess,

I had more, I had less

mama constantly stressed

had to poke out my chest...

I was constantly tested...

pray my dreams manifested

put yo hoe onna guest list,

then snatched the hoe off my checklist...

niggas know who the best is...

I let you speak, it’s a blessing

if we need to address it...

let’s exchange some addresses...

[outro]
...smokin pressure, under pressure...

I told god, I learned my lesson...

On god, I don’t need a lecture..

Hold that, I think I need stretcher

hold that, I think need protection..

tuck that, I think he learned his lesson

never in view or question...

I keep my movements constant smooth direction

you could guess it

I keep my movements constant smooth direction

nigga, you could guess it

[produced + written by fantasma / 1029trphy]

Triumph

fantasma