Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stressin , by - Jag. Release date: 05.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Stressin |
| Uh, either I make it out filthy or they gon' kill me |
| Give a field nigga a job so he can feel free |
| Gotta find a persona to fit my insecurities |
| If I wear all these chains, they won’t see the real me |
| Dancin' to the tunes that made submissive ancestors |
| Why the voice of the people get shaky as Fran Drescher’s? |
| Become a star with your, «Yes, massahs,» and your, «Yes, suhs» |
| I wonder why my favorite comedian’s playin' dress-up? |
| The moral of the story is balancing all the glory |
| Who would’ve thought I’d be much happier as a shorty? |
| The nature of this business twisted everything before me |
| I prefer a long time, affiliation is gaudy, shit |
| The pen I use here to write my wrongs |
| That paperwork got you locked, now you must fight the storm |
| They takin' some of what I make even when I perform |
| They fuck you over, but can’t make money without your songs |
| Man, I be stressin' |
| Stressin', balancin' my blessings |
| Knew that this was all I wanted |
| All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons |
| You can’t tell me I ain’t chosen |
| All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used |
| All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves |
| Str-stressin' |
| The people, they tell me that you the bomb |
| Son tracks now, look at the speaker like you a mom |
| When you broke, all the labels, they treat you like you a con |
| 'Til you get a chain and niggas’ll treat you like you LeBron |
| But still a puppeteer |
| Ain’t no Benz in the driveway, it’s still a bucket here |
| But my video got a Benz, I’m sayin' fuck it, here |
| Ain’t got me stressin', they hate it when niggas say the real |
| Meanwhile I got a deal but can’t pay the bills |
| Get the autotune brackin', you gon' be over hot |
| The A&R's, they trippin', they wanna know your block |
| Want me on my thug but I’m seein' the shit that Hova got |
| They on my headset, my video need a ho to pop |
| This for the nigga with his moms 'cause he don’t know the pops |
| Dropped out, can’t get a job, so he just go to rocks |
| That’s why a nigga always spit the realest |
| Labels got me locked, man, I hope the fans get to feel this |
| Stressin' |
| Stressin', balancin' my blessings |
| Knew that this was all I wanted |
| All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons |
| You can’t tell me I ain’t chosen |
| All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used |
| All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves |
| Str-stressin' |
| Simple as this, your temple for rent, uh |
| Physically fit but mentally bent, uh |
| Taking a sentence, industry shit |
| How the fuck they tell you go leave your prints, your signature lint? |
| To some niggas when you signed, told you |
| You know the climate of this game, what you gon' cry over? |
| Long as you got me in this office, I’m gon' fight for you |
| But they can’t bear it when you cold, these niggas bipolar |
| Lost my mind over how I made it through the shots |
| Or living with the fear of niggas kicking in my spot |
| Just to let these labels go and treat me like an opp |
| Block my drop, block my come-up to the top |
| And now I’m blocked, I’m to the block, they gotta pop |
| Full of shit you don’t need, niggas hella fiends |
| But you don’t know the dreams I done see, you ain’t Elohim |
| And you don’t know the leaves of a tree from the devil seeds |
| Nah, you don’t know the… |
| Oh, I forgot you know everything, but nigga, I been… |
| Stressin', balancin' my blessings |
| Knew that this was all I wanted |
| All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons |
| You can’t tell me I ain’t chosen |
| All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used |
| All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves |
| Str-stressin' |
| Stressin', balancin' my blessings |
| Knew that this was all I wanted |
| All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons |
| You can’t tell me I ain’t chosen |
| All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used |
| All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves |
| Str-stressin' |