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Stressed (feat. Wallo267) letra


Uh, uh, uh

Life is 'bout trials and tribulations
And overcomin' obstacles, but I'm tired of shit I'm facin'
'Cause it's not only mines, got everybody's situations
That I gotta make better, and that shit take cheddar (that shit cost)
I guess everybody want me to save 'em (pssh)
I guess niggas think ten million what Shady paid him
I tell 'em, no, they talk down on me and try to play it
Guess they forgot about all the other shit that I gave 'em
(What about all the other times, nigga?)
Funny how they can be so forgetful
Of all that other shit I say yes to (they forgot about that, huh?)
I'm sure this is somethin' every real nigga worldwide can attest to
When a nigga need something, the only time they call and check you (that's all facts)
You niggas ever think that I'm stressed too? (Huh)
Niggas act like I owe 'em, that shit is stressful (No cap)
Huh, my girl said: Don't let it stress you
But she don't even know that I'm depressed too

Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)
Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time
And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)
I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind
But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)
Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit
But do anybody care that I'm stressed?
(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)
Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?
(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)

The bullshit in life, everybody go through that
But it's a lesson in it all, you gotta grow through that (uh huh)
I was down bad and broke, but I wrote through that
Felt my problems would go away if I could blow through rap
Dutch Master, smoke the whole two packs (smokin')
This kind of stress, I wouldn't want my worst enemy to go through that (pssh)
My cousin, he took a cord and put his throat through that
I wish I had a chance to tell a nigga: Don't do that (fuck was you thinkin', nigga?)
Uh, niggas don't understand depression is real (uh huh)
People stressin' 'bout real life shit, you stressin' your bills (that ain't stress, nigga)
And not too long' after my cousin hung his self (ha)
I never told nobody, but I lost a son myself (damn)
Imagine bein' in the hospital, holdin' your dead baby (uh)
And he look just like you, you tryna keep from goin' crazy (that's my world)
That's why I drink a bottle daily
For all the shit I keep bottled in lately

Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)
Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time
And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)
I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind
But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)
Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit
But do anybody care that I'm stressed?
(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)
Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?
(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)

Ten months old, I was abused (uh huh)
Kicked in the stomach, I swole up like a balloon (I was fucked up)
Zipper on my stomach 'cause they split my liver (lil' baby)
And not a day goes by where I don't sip my liquor (still drinkin')
Where I don't roll one and twist my Swisher (pssh)
Thought I was helpin' with the pain, but I'm just gettin' sicker (what's goin' on, man?)
Uh, alcoholism is a sickness (uh huh)
How many people gonna admit that they addicted? (Nobody)
Yeah, I drink 'cause I'm stressed
I'm stressed 'cause I'm depressed, depressed 'cause I'm just tired of this shit
They like, "Why you stressed, boy? You blessed"
They don't know about the nights where I can't even get rest (I'm losin' sleep)
Burnin' this kush while I pace
Cryin' in the mirror every time I look at my face (I hate this shit)
If you only knew what it took, what it takes
You only care what I put in my safe, but (woo)

Do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm stressin' too, homie)
Most of my homies died, the rest of 'em doin' time
And do anybody care that I'm stressed? (I'm goin' through it)
I don't come around, so I guess it's out of sight, out of mind
But do anybody care that I'm stressed? (You niggas care?)
Everybody got they hand out, askin' me for shit
But do anybody care that I'm stressed?
(Niggas don't know what I'm goin' through, man)
Do anybody care? Uh, uh, do anybody care that I'm stressed?
(Do y'all niggas give a fuck what I'm goin' through?)

Do you know what it feels like to be alone?
For the world to count you out?
So you start countin' yourself out?
You can't even look at yourself in the mirror 'cause you think that you're a loser
'Cause everybody else seen you lost, they seen you fall
They watch you, everybody watch you, they walk by you
They wouldn't help you get back up
You was all alone, you was in a dark place
But one day, that spark kicked in you
You said, you know what, you got that old feeling from when you was a winner
When you was winnin', when everybody said that loved you
But you was still by yourself
You was by yourself them nights in the gym
You was by yourself them nights in the trap
And you said: I'ma come back
And that's what you did, you came back
But it was that moment, that moment when the world said
I don't wanna be around you
I don't know you, you're not popular, you're not a winner
I don't got time to be waitin' for you to win again
You came alive
That was the motivation that pushed you to come back
And now you're back, now you're back at one hundred
And everybody know your name again
But you know what, you're not bitter, you're not mad
You're back

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