Stress

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/