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 ballsy 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
DAMN
[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 killing 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 shit", 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, Willy 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 shit, till I make a prophet
But I won't stop it till I make cash in my damn 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 killing it with ease (Yeah)
No stress everyday and every weekend (×4)