Stress Lyrics

What you know about living by a crack house/

The neighborhood still nice, but it's trash out/

The street lights ain't bright, so it's blacked out/

The street life ain't right, it's a bad route/

So you take another mission/

You trying to get them Big Bens like you were a Piston/

So you gon' get them bills up 'cause your mama tripping/

Living in a stacked house, you ain't trying to go to prison/

And you got a decent job but it really ain't no paper/

Other people going through the same shit, it's the vapors/

You gotta dodge haters, and cops with the radar/

The women that you want turn you down like a fader/

And fuck, it's a struggle on your heart and your self esteem/

You gon' do whatever just to get yourself some cream/

Maybe hit you a lick, maybe fuck with the beam/

But in reality you really wanna follow your dreams

That's stress-the reason why you steady chasing dollars or a check/

The thing that got you heated, bills breathing down your neck/

But you don't pay attention to it, you just wanna flex/

You don't do it for the love, you just caught up in the 'Net/

And everybody know it, they don't give you no respect/

It's a dangerous field, you gotta measure every step/

Don't think about the past, keep creating for the next/

That feeling that you feel when you want to do your best

Some of the homies never made it/

'Cause they were too impatient/

And now they're in a grave 'cause another nigga raided/

They tried to get that cash in advance from a favor/

That favor turned sour, mama screaming for her savior/

Imagine how that situation stressing her out/

She don' lost her only baby, it's depressing her now/

'Cause in the country that we live in it's hard being black/

Single parent home, gotta put the fam on yo back (DAMN)/

The government don't give a fuck about our color/

They say they feel threatened, but that shit is just a cover/

For your racist ass plans, being dicks to my folks/

Stress a nigga for his skin like you stretching the mold-but I/

Call God when I'm feeling a strain/

'Cause He the one that shelter us away from the rain/

Had pain, got faith, you were lost, got saved/

Never let the World kill ya spirit, that'll have you drained

That's stress-the reason why you steady chasing dollars or a check/

The thing that got you heated, bills breathing down your neck/

But you don't pay attention to it, you just wanna flex/

You don't do it for the love, you just caught up in the 'Net/

And everybody know it, they don't give you no respect/

It's a dangerous field, you gotta measure every step/

Don't think about the past, keep creating for the next/

That feeling that you feel when you want to do your best

One day-you could be living it up/

Then the next week you down, like you ran outta luck/

Straight stuck, yeah it suck/

It's a punch to the gut/

But don't fall into the muck, God coming in the clutch, aye/

One day-you could be living it up/

Then the next week you down, like you ran outta luck/

Straight stuck, yeah it suck/

It's a punch to the gut/

But don't fall into the muck, God coming in the clutch, aye

That's stress-the reason why you steady chasing dollars or a check/

The thing that got you heated, bills breathing down your neck/

But you don't pay attention to it, you just wanna flex/

You don't do it for the love, you just caught up in the 'Net/

And everybody know it, they don't give you no respect/

It's a dangerous field, you gotta measure every step/

Don't think about the past, keep creating for the next/

That feeling that you feel when you want to do your best