Lyrics Happier (feat. Midda Mac) - DP

I been stressing you could tell my head been nappier
Smoking back to back I'm stuffing up the grabba
I was broke as fuck I only had Tilapia
Nowadays I'm getting money but I ain't happier
Took a chance and hit the road I was a passenger
Made the most of what I had I was a scavenger
You would prolly sell your soul but I ain't mad atcha
You just learning bout the game you amateur

Wake up hit the plug I need gas for the road
Big drought in the city it's like 35 for a bowl
I'm wit Mid Mac we been tweaked now since like 4, 5 in the morning
Been up 3 days still the week day tryna get there where I'm going
To the Mi hit up web zoe, big bread plays need 4, 5 zip codes
So we need that Debo
Mac got bread plays from the go
I ain't talking bout DRose
It's like 3 bands depo
So we ran that hit the road
Imma twist up while he float
Den we switch up round like 4
He ain't tired one just be driving
Mean While one us roll the smoke
Grabba leaf honey burden packs we get that from the store
4 grams in the stuffa mother fucker Neva smoking on low
Big blunts that's for sure
We got good drank plenty more
Tell ha get down for the zoe
What you tryna do lemme kno
He ain't tryna shoot already knowing
Gotta have the stick where I'm going
Gotta have the blick that's important
It's like 4 cups when I'm pouring
And It's like 4sum in the morning

I been stressing you could tell my head been nappier
Smoking back to back I'm stuffing up the grabba
I was broke as fuck I only had Tilapia
Nowadays I'm getting money but I ain't happier
Took a chance and hit the road I was a passenger
Made the most of what I had I was a scavenger
You would prolly sell your soul but I ain't mad atcha
You just learning bout the game you amateur

Nowadays I'm walking with me head nappier
Ran up them blues but I'm still ain't getting happier
Took some losses now I'm feeling like a manager
On the road with my gangsta and he still gon blam at ya
I hit 3 states in one day and I still can facts it up
I had diamonds on my wrist while I go and cook it up
On the road to MIA and we still ain't switching up
I made a move for the bread now I got loafs I'm the trunk
In the water with the sharks with no googles or no trunks
Big shit up in my pants, this a 40 not no pump
But I'm looking like Shawn kemp, when I come through with the dunks
I keep the convo short Nigga, if it ain't about runtz
I hit the store for some grabbas and I don't even twist blunts
Seven grams and four cups and I still ain't even done
Cuz I been stressing you could tell my head just been getting nappier
I been running up the blues still ain't even happier

I been stressing you could tell my head been nappier
Smoking back to back I'm stuffing up the grabba
I was broke as fuck I only had Tilapia
Nowadays I'm getting money but I ain't happier
Took a chance and hit the road I was a passenger
Made the most of what I had I was a scavenger
You would prolly sell your soul but I ain't mad atcha
You just learning bout the game you amateur