Young Cash feat. Shawn Jay (Field Mob) - Stress Free Lyrics

First of all this song is NOT my own, all credit goes to NAPPY BOY ONLINE and YOUNG CASH

I noticed Nappy Boy Online took the song off Youtube so I decided to upload it back.

I also tried to find the lyrics online, but I could not find it. So I had to create them by ear. Some parts of the song I could not make out so there is errors. Please correct me if know the parts I could not make out. Thanks.

Stress free lyrics

I wake up in the mornin' and thank God because I know that he blessed me
(I know that he blessed me)
Hop in my ride with my .45 hoping nobody out here tests me
(I hope nobody no test me)
And you can brag about the money you got but homeboy that don't impress me
(No it don't impress me)
Cuz I don't need drama in my life
Everyday I'm tryna live stress free
Stress free x4 (stress free)x3
Ooh
Stress free x4

Verse 1
09 I left the bullshit behind me (behind me)
I'm in these suburbs my n***a come and find me (come and find me)
And don't think that I forgot where I come from (never)
Where the fuck you n***as think I got this gun from (bah)
And now busted n***a quick check my resume (check)
Had to get ignant on a n***a just the other day (so)
And now we're talkin about shit that I ain't never did (never)
I'm tryna weed out all the haters and negatives
Misery love company and that's a fact (that's a fact)
But I don't need no new friends just me and my gat (gat)
Smokin Barack Obama yea that's that presidential (woo)
I feel good so stress dawg is not an issue

Verse 2
Ha
I used to say I never change like a cartoons clothes (okay)
But I was immature then now I'm a mature man
Grow up I'm focused ya my group broke up
But I be feelin like Ciara felt ya know so what (so what)
Still doin shows accept now tourin dolo
Still fly seen that country boy in polo (alright)
Heater? of my hip like the boy a pogo?
Reaper of my ears? like the Jordan logo
South? by me
It ain't about no money short changing
Ignore it (ignore it)
He ain't coming to my funeral. You ain't important
Call me ugly go ahead judge me
You ain't got to like me I know that God loves

Verse 3
I'm back
Everyday I wake up (wake up) gotta get my cake up (cake up)
Tryna put on for my city like makeup
and every night I go out man you know i show out
my money talk for me it say broke nigga shut yo mouth
in every car i hope in i probably got them blocks in
Finna ball out me, midget Mack and lil hen
every club we hop out we be the one they talk bout
she see the size of the rims i bet them bitches jaw drop
Every hoe that choose us trust me God we bust
Kick em out the same night you never see me cuffed
(Hah) so what now us we be playing by the book
We stress free over here man listen to the hook, cash preach