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no stress - j.style lyrics

j*style * no stress

[intro]
yeah
yeah, uh

[verse 1]
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 hatin on things i say
i wish i was more b*llsy than a chop buster
i’m a crop duster coz i sprinkle knowledge 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 top*est
competition to a contest
you the residеnts and i’m the president
coz i’m topping you at anything that you gotta do
amma makе 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
d*mn
[pre*chorus]
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

[chorus]
no stress, i be k!lling it with ease (yeah)
no stress everyday and every weekend (×2)

[verse 2]
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 sh*t”, you ain’t even “the fart”
shooting subliminal shots in the dark
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
listen to tsa, a*reece, nasty csa, big hash, w*lly cardiac, everybody else too
even listen to beats by dre (eyy)
i’m an old school mixed with new school typa 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” typa kid, take my 10 cents keep your 2 cents
multiply that sh*t, till i make a prophet
but i won’t stop it till i make cash in my d*mn 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
pre*chorus]
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

[chorus]
no stress, i be k!lling it with ease (yeah)
no stress everyday and every weekend (×4)

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