Stress
Yo pass that lighter real quick
Pass that yack too
I ain't get a hit yet (hit yet)
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet (crib yet)
I spent my whole advance on my neck (advance on my neck)
Now I'm back in the field with a TEC
I'm stressed (stressed)
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Nigga I'm stressed
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
I'm taking pain meds
I swallow these 'til I feel brain dead
Laying in my couch in house in my Ray Bans
Feeling like Gotti with the shotty, I'ma made man
Fuck I robbed my man for a couple pounds
'Cause he was up, I'm down
And it was nothing 'round
Shit I'm taking uppers now
'Cause he tryna hunt me down
So I gotta keep a gun around
Just in case I gotta gun him down
Damn, this is the life of a crook
Think "Set It Off, " if my life was a book
Ain't no bitch in me but I'm in a bank with a wig and a cig'
Gotta get it how I live
Jazzy you my rib
Had me stressed out on my bid
I know if I die or live
You gonna take care of the kids
Brash when them feds was tailing you
You ain't tell on me
And I ain't tell on you
I ain't get a hit yet (hit yet)
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet (crib yet)
I spent my whole advance on my neck (advance on my neck)
Now I'm back in the field with a TEC
I'm stressed (stressed)
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Nigga I'm stressed
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Don't wanna talk about spinning blocks
Or drilling opps
Look how they did that nigga Pop
Man, I'm still in shock
How they don't care if you a kid or not
If you live or not
I'm just glad we went to that dinner spot
So we could chop it up
Rappers is the ones they killing and locking up
All up on your dick when you lit and you heating up
But start to move slick when they think you ain't lit enough
Wild as fuck right?
I say grace
I strap the .40 to my waist
I can't afford another case
But run up on me I'ma shoot you in your face (boom-boom-boom)
I ain't get a hit yet (hit yet)
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet (crib yet)
I spent my whole advance on my neck (advance on my neck)
Now I'm back in the field with a TEC
I'm stressed (stressed)
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Nigga I'm stressed
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Pass that yack too
I ain't get a hit yet (hit yet)
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet (crib yet)
I spent my whole advance on my neck (advance on my neck)
Now I'm back in the field with a TEC
I'm stressed (stressed)
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Nigga I'm stressed
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
I'm taking pain meds
I swallow these 'til I feel brain dead
Laying in my couch in house in my Ray Bans
Feeling like Gotti with the shotty, I'ma made man
Fuck I robbed my man for a couple pounds
'Cause he was up, I'm down
And it was nothing 'round
Shit I'm taking uppers now
'Cause he tryna hunt me down
So I gotta keep a gun around
Just in case I gotta gun him down
Damn, this is the life of a crook
Think "Set It Off, " if my life was a book
Ain't no bitch in me but I'm in a bank with a wig and a cig'
Gotta get it how I live
Jazzy you my rib
Had me stressed out on my bid
I know if I die or live
You gonna take care of the kids
Brash when them feds was tailing you
You ain't tell on me
And I ain't tell on you
I ain't get a hit yet (hit yet)
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet (crib yet)
I spent my whole advance on my neck (advance on my neck)
Now I'm back in the field with a TEC
I'm stressed (stressed)
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Nigga I'm stressed
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Don't wanna talk about spinning blocks
Or drilling opps
Look how they did that nigga Pop
Man, I'm still in shock
How they don't care if you a kid or not
If you live or not
I'm just glad we went to that dinner spot
So we could chop it up
Rappers is the ones they killing and locking up
All up on your dick when you lit and you heating up
But start to move slick when they think you ain't lit enough
Wild as fuck right?
I say grace
I strap the .40 to my waist
I can't afford another case
But run up on me I'ma shoot you in your face (boom-boom-boom)
I ain't get a hit yet (hit yet)
I ain't buy my mom a crib yet (crib yet)
I spent my whole advance on my neck (advance on my neck)
Now I'm back in the field with a TEC
I'm stressed (stressed)
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Nigga I'm stressed
They keep saying I'm blessed (saying I'm blessed)
Credits
Writer(s): Caswell Senior, Cameron Rafael, Aaron Tago, Thomas Horton
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