Stress Factor Lyrics
Don`t push me cause I`m close to the edge
I`m trying not to lose my head
Sometimes I sit alone
And look deep into my soul
And I starrin` down at something
That`s very out a control
Tolerence at zero
Emotions dead and gone
If indo was a pebble
Man consider me stoned
Patience low I rest to go
I got`s to get ahead
Mothafuck these hoes
And them po-pos I gots to get my bread
The streets say nothing nice
They crooked like the idus
And everybody dippin seein
Who can get the highest
But check this out
Man, without a doubt
And about who`s comin` fresher
And about that cab
And protect that ass
Don`t panic under pressure
My stabbin` like a whip
Or better an alligator
Temper going up and down like a
Like a fucking elevator
Bitch I want it now
Don`t give me no delay`s
My hustle got me trippin
Liftin` from my turn away`s
Man this life is real
No time to be an actor
And I`ll play that no man
Let me know
It`s just a stress factor
I want to grow old
Have a kid and a place to sleep
A down ass wife
And when I die I`ll rest in peace
But man that`s all a dream
This donja got me bleak
It got me feelin good
But I forgot what I did last week
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Now look at my face
This shit ain`t fake
The pain done turn to pressure
Every nigga that know man feel me tho
Don`t cop down to a lessa
My mother woke me up
One day said "boy you gettin grown"
Your momma has 3 jobs
Your momma is gettin old
So I took it as a hint
When on my mission spree
Mind full of hatred
Got me fucka, time is hard you see
That monkeys on my back
And I can`t get him off
So whatever I do
Mom it`s just for you
No matter what the cost
I put that on my life
Everything I see is dark
Money is rare
But I don`t care
Man stop that niggaz heart
He`s comin like a big wheel
I`m comin like a tractor
Man take this hate
Run it`s too late
Man it`s the stress factor
Some think that I`m The Man
Some think my shit don`t stink
But yes it do
I thought you knew
I`m not a coward or a fink
One side of my heart got love
The other side is hate
And boy that hate is stealin love
Right in it`s fuckin face
Women ask me how I`m livin
I tell them day by day
With a donja joint
That lovely voice
Of Mr. Marvin gay
Man I gots to get away
That just might do some good
But every time I gets away
I miss the fuckin hood
My homie lost his job
He don`t know how to react
So I do our thangs to help him out
Like took a little crack
But that shit`s over rated
And it gets Complicated
But you would never know
From that cat flow
And the way the pictures painted
Motherfuckers whisper
And think I don`t hear them
And wonder why I`m over high
And never will go near them
Much love to all my niggas
From workin` men to jackas
Cause no matter what you feel it`s
Cause it`s called the stress factor
