Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress On the run, nigga, goin’ for the checks These niggas don’t know the half (show time!) These niggas don’t know the half (show time!) See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash (goddamn!) Gettin’ high for the low, shit was bad These niggas don’t know the half (say what?) These niggas don’t know the half (talk to ’em) Swear to God, these niggas don’t know the half (Rewind now!)…These niggas don’t know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress…Kill ’em off like I got a mask on it Guillotine a Benz, you don’t know the half of it Whole squad winnin’, you got small money Don’t need too many hands, I need all of it You ain’t ever been around, call me 2Pac Pull up in my old hood in a new drop On that kush, on that kush, blow a cloud of it I’m the man, I’m the man, yeah I’m proud of it Blowin’ bands, got ’em jumpin’ out the window Shout out, shout out, pour some more and call it reload Know I pull up, pull up on ’em like a free throw Or go straight up, up the middle like I’m D. Rose Treat your chick just like a whip and get another one Wanna grab it, push it, smash and get another one See my dogs on top, that’s the math of it Multiply the money up, no that’s just half of it (Talk to ’em! Rewind now!)…
These niggas don’t know the half Smoke stress to get rid of the stress…Smoke that kushy, smoke that kushy, baby Meanwhile me and you stuntin’, that lil’ mushy, baby I don’t want cook, I wanna book it, baby I’ll knock that lil’ shit out the park to let you know I’m not no rookie, baby Oh, take a breath These niggas don’t know the half of the first steps My day one niggas, I don’t pick through, I don’t stutter step That’s cakin’, nigga, you not a pimp, you don’t know the steps She showered and she dry it off, and then she lay it That head done brought that dope back, like I’m in the 80s I’ma pimp the parkin’ lot, I’ma let you play it You never ‘posed to stop, but you can relay it And I’m like wooh You don’t know the half, you don’t know the mothafuckin’ truth You don’t know how much stress I release when I’m on boots It’s all a lot, you don’t know what come behind the groove It’s a lot, but get with, lil nigga, I do (Talk to ’em! Rewind now!)…These niggas don’t know the half They don’t know Smoke stress to get rid of the stress…See the hoes, see the clothes, see the cash Gettin’ high for the low, shit was bad These niggas don’t know the half These niggas don’t know about it These niggas don’t know the half…
