Lyrics Stressin' - Ace Hood, Plies

Stressin'

A nigga I’m stressin badda den a bitch rite now cause a nigga
almost got married to da liquor boy nigga so fucked up out here
cause I’m stressin badda den a bitch my nigga…
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant…
my lawyer hollen nigga pay me…
niggas locked up tryna spray me…
I gotta warrent so I’m shakin'…
seems like I’m all out of blessings…
own know if god tryin’test me…
tried to help a nigga n he waste me…
to tell you da truth…
I’m stressin'
Chea my rent due n I’m stressin'…
landlord jest called with a message…
say I gotta be out by da 7th man I’m sick and tired of dis mess…
it’s like god is akin’my blessings bad luck is all in my presents…
fuck round n I gotta chick pregnant…
what da hell umma do with dat baby…
how da hell I’m gone tell my lady…
I’m drunk ass hell in my zone…
I gotta fifth of hen n it’s gone…
I’m fucked up n I’m stressin'…
I can’t seem to ease dat pressure…
fuck nigga’s can’t make it no betta…
des craka’z trna take my life…
nigga’s mad n hate what I’m makin'…
heard da feds is out with my face…
now I’m scared ass hell and I’m shakin'…
I can’t go to jail I’m on paypa’s…
now dem nigga’s den start with dat hatin'…
I’m tryna help dem nigga’s see paypa…
but dey dan fucked around with da fed…
now I’m stressed n pullin’my dreads…
dem fuck nigga’s deserve to be dead…
Chea I can’t win for lossin’I’m stressin'…
I dropped a quarch of my flesh… man I’m tired as god is my witness…
tryna smile but pain is my vesion… man I’m tired of lyin’to my folk…
fuck round n I’m serving’dat coke… baby mama tryna take me to court…
tryna holla bout child support… fuck round n I got me on paypa’s…
now I’m mad as hell I can’t take it… I drop n pray to my maker…
Dear lord if hear my prayer… I’m stressed n I can’t go on…
it’s like I’m all out of blessings lord…
I’m alone n nobody to call I got bills but da money can’t solve…
mama cryin’but her tears jest fall… (ahhh I’m stressin)…
big cats what I’m gone do nah… des craka’z wanna take my ride…
dey wanna take me away fo’life… see my body can’t take nomo…
it’s like a yung nigga life so wrong… no pain my feelings gone…
Chea n I do it fo my nigga’s in jail… doin’time tryna make bail…
I hold it down fo dem nigga’s don’t tell…
let’em know dey gone see dat appeal…
let’em know it’s da real nigga watchin'… n neva mind I grindin’dey stopin'…
so middle finger’s to dem fuckin’feds…
dey gave my dawg 25 in da pen… all mah snitch niggas say he did it…
with no lawyers da judge don’t bend…
CusSupa Jock I lov ya homie…
so I put dat shit on my kin n up on my unborn kin…
so we once u a nigga dat’s gone… is locked up with a struggle at home…
put’cha hands up in da sky… let’em know dat he ain’t at alone…
da real nigga’s hold it down at home…
da real nigga’s gone hold dey own… (yep yep) hold dey own…
Let the music ride…