Stress Huskii

People ain't seeing my grind
People don't notice the demons that be in my mind
Pour up a three in my sprite, seem to be fine man
I swear I just need to be high
I'm a fiend and it eats me alive
I been keepin inside I'm alone like a thief in the night
Used to have to rack feeds for my wife
Now we only eat greens when the season is right

Sippin lean every night got the team by my side
Had a baby it gave me a meaning of life
First thing that I wrote was a suicide note
Now the streets I keep beast on the mic
Man the reason I write is it keeps me alive
I ain't never said shit for the people to like
Eighteen was a fiend for the pipe, poppin xan's
Now I charge for the features I write

Plus I need to remind a few peeps
They OGs for Q's and the P's I don't mind
They think they OG's but they lie they be weak
They don't know we can see through through their type
All these sheep want the keys to my ride
Try to jump in my lane for the day just to see what it's like
I been wavy off g's that I light never gave no fucks
I been sleeping alright