Yrban. Sam

Smoking on pyramid reds
ULG. bout to get it in
Hold one, bet I don't fold up
They looking at me like mothafucka what's the hold up
You can sit down cause I don't rush
One look, but don't touch
Break bones, need a clutch
Backwoods full of different stuff
Used to do this for the fun
Now it's steady work and chasing funds
Playing hopscotch, with the devil
Get on my level
I was born, a rebel
Grew with the blade
Grippin' the handle
Urban samurai, one swing lose a life
Clashing, sword fight, expanding the mind
Out in the night
Thoughts in the box, they all start rummaging
All out like aw shit not this again
Bite the hand that feeds while moving to new lands

Same place but new friends

Oh na, na na oh
Oh na, na na no
And I, and I don't need no stress
And I, and I don't need no stress
And I, and I don't need no stress
And I, and I don't need no stress
Oh, na na, oh
Don't need the stress oh na na

[Instrumental Outro]