Stress Relief Part 2 Ace Cartar

[Verse 1 -Ace Cartar]
I think im losin it, I got to spit some ruthless shit a booth let me spit my truth in this building
Fuck what you think i gotta be heard i broke from the herd mentality thats running this earth
I just wanna live comfortably enjoy a couple luxuries
Be living on my own but have my love ones still in touch with me
I dont trust a soul fuck these niggas and these hoes
Cause if it wasn't for these flows aot of people wouldn't fuck with me
You feel this? This is me right here
No bitches and no braggin and no weed right here
My futures riding on my talent i dont want to be a screw up
Tryna be the shit because we coming out the sewer see thats Queens
Jamaica, where you find ace the cartar smokin papers
Converting my pain to vapors, Getting on my grind
By getting stress up out my mind, I hear the beat i stretch a rhyme
And then you know its a rap
Beautifully coded in the coldest flow in ages
Have you trapped in a maze of amazement no room to breath like iron maidens
For those who hating
Feel the hunger pains coming from a motherfucker stressin in the basement
Thankful for what i got i always strive to be more
Go to school supply the block or block some niggas in ball
Oh shit, he keep the flow slick
Man who the fuck is this claiming hes the dopest
Nigga in queens, with the mean style, written or a freestyle, Nigga
Nigga this is just lightwork im testin a couple bars as if im tryna see if the mic work
Spittin till my motherfuckin pipe burst, Lines talk a second to decipher
Kill em when Im steppin into cyphers
And they was waiting for that #Comebackkiiid