Dimi – No Stress
[Verse 1 – Magic]
Well it’s Rookie of the year
fer sure this shit is dropping
Roll a swisher I can face erasing all of my problems
I spit the hottest and honestly I been modest
To all of these other artist the product they got is poppin’
Magic’s shit has been dropping
It’s common for me to bomb it
Spittin’ the illest flow and flippin’ shit for the profit
Blow the dough in my pocket
Momma tell me to stop it
But momma I got a dream that I’m chasin’ this ain’t a hobby
One day you’ll have a crib, never payin’ for shit
See I ain’t worried bout nothin’ cause momma you raised a kid
Famous out in the city and everybody stay wit me
Cause they know when I’m comin’ around it’s time for shit to get busy
Bigger sister from Philly
Came to visit me from the Milli
She the kid got a minor and that’s when we said “Ya feel me?”
Put my family first, you ain’t never hittin’ and dippin’
But I’m never stressin’ a thing say ya comments to me are gimmicks
Project
[Hook – Dimi & Magic]
When I start to give a fuck, I just lay that shit to rest
I never open up my heart, just keep it locked in its chest
All I got is no stress x3
No stress
See it’s been hard to make it far, but I got there like the rest
And when you say you at your worst that’s when I say you’re at
your best
All I got is no stress x3
No stress
[Verse 2 – Dimi]
I got no stress, that’s just the liquor talkin’
I better spark me up this blunt, I gotta lotta walkin’
I gotta a lot of thankin’, don’t seem to do that often
Just treat you like a yellow light, yeah I proceed with caution
If I said I had no stress, then damn I’d be lyin’
I’m sick of actin’ like I’m livin’ when I’m really dyin’
Haters try to kill my vibe but I just keep it vibrant
I hated me when I was high cause I was so defiant
Shooting for the top, yo I hope I got that straight aim
Just keep hopping on these tracks like a damn train
If it’s trickin’ I got it
Cause Dimi’s spittin’ the hottest
And if you one of the homies, you know I’m cutting the profits
Bitches givin’ me brain even though they lackin’ the logic
I’m like a white shirt with a stain, see it’s not hard to spot me
Ugh, I think it’s time to lay low for a little bit
The only time you really got stress if you give a shit
