Stress
I’m feeling way down
It’s hard to keep my chest up
I ain’t feeling like the man, I feel less of
Last time I saw the doctor he said rest up
I ain’t resting up til’ a n***a heaven up
I ain’t doing nothing til’ the presi dead enough
In the 954 n***a glizzed up
You don’t really know ya bitch until you switch up
You don’t really know ya bitch until you wanna fuck
Too much in the base, I’m like what the fuck
She the love of my life, bro what the fuck
I ain’t asking for much, I wanna buss a nut
I’m stressed.. stressed

Let me babysit that face baby, uh huh
Got a son ain’t no babysitting, uh uh
Ain’t no babysitting my son n***a, uh uh
Not even a pastor, we got 80 lungs
Got a smoker breath and a petty lung
I need a heart to heart
I don’t need no fucking petty song
Ain’t no way they taking my life until they barre arm’s
If it’s hitting on me n***a what ?
Stressed