Peak
69
Weeks
1
Score
89
Chart Year
2021
Got me stressed (oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't wanna rest (oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Smoking cigarettes (oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Get it off my chest (oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't wanna stress (woah) But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (oh, woah) And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (oh, woah) But I can't help it, hey (oh, oh) No, no, no Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, hey I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey I told her buy Huaraches for me Skeletons out the closet for me, hey I don't know if I wanna expose this to you I don't know if I wanna caress you Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl Don't know what I wanna would do with you Well, it's that gap talk, pistol hold, nigga on your damn street Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year I'ma make a hunnid thousand racks off of this shit Do the math, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash Send it wide, send it fast, 'fore I might just change my mind Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a nigga time I ain't sayin' that I'm the richest nigga That's in this shit (but I'm one of them) Barely check my account, nigga I'm admittin' it (I don't give a fuck) Fuck around with my bread, bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch a nigga) Couple niggas, I doubt it, know what I'm talkin' about Nigga don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed I got a momma to support, I got a brother, got a few legal fees I got a daddy and shit, medical bills, credit to fix, people to pay, label to run You play with your life or you play with my funds, nigga Got me stressed (oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't wanna rest (oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Smoking cigarettes (oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Get it off my chest (oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't wanna stress (woah) But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (oh, woah) And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (oh, woah) But I can't help it, hey (oh, oh) No, no, no Oh, sweats, road, jets, tote, texts, no flex Bad bitches, no let's own that, broke, next pill Pop a square, niggas bare witness (oh) Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (oh, got me stressed) I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (stressin') I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said, "We can't work it out" I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out And I don't think like I used to think, 'cause I'm older now When you broke, you doin' more for less You ain't findin' no success Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death Told her I can't call her my ex 'Cause I feel like we ain't finished yet I just text her phone and I said, "Are you out your feelings yet?" And my brother, he just called and he need that lawyer money They said he did it, but I know he didn't But you need O.J. money when you tryna get acquitted (yeah) This shit is sickenin', nobody listen when you in prison I was hangin' on the corner, I put some Jordan's on, no designer Servin' up that white girl, back then we called her "Fine China" I was lookin' for a bad bitch, but I didn't know where to find her All this pressure and this stress make me a diamond I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up Sometimes I wish I could trust but that's how feelings get crushed I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus They wanna hang with the gang, but no they not one of us
| Week | Chart Date | Position | Points |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1 | Oct 30, 2021 | 69 | 57 |