Stressed (with J. Cole & T-Shyne) (Explicit)

Stressed (with J. Cole & T-Shyne) (Explicit) - Young Thug/J. Cole/T-Shyne

Lyrics by：Jeffery Williams/Jermaine Cole/Tafa Peters/Thomas Lumpkins/Tyler Williams

Young Thug：

Got me stressed

Woah woah woah woah woah

I don't wanna rest

Woah woah woah woah woah

Smoking cigarettes

Woah woah woah woah woah

Get it off my chest

Woah woah woah woah woah

I don't wanna stress

Oh

But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest

Oh

And I can't help it I don't wanna stress

Oh

But I can't help it yeah

Oh

No no no

Rocky Balboa I'm boxin' with ya yeah

Woah woah woah woah

I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya hey

Woah woah woah woah

I told her buy Huaraches for me

Woah woah woah woah

Skeletons out the closet for me hey

Oh

I don't know if I wanna expose this to you

Oh

I don't know if I wanna caress you

Oh

I don't know what I wanna do with you girl

Oh

I don't know what I wanna do with you

J. Cole：

Well it's that gat toting pistol holding n***a on your d**n street

P***y n***a usually pop a trigger if the hand speak

Lackluster I'ma smack suckers this year

I'ma make a hundred thousand racks off of this here

Do the math hundred million for the slow ones in the class

Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash

Send the wire send it fast 'fore I might just change my mind

Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a n***a time

I ain't sayin' I'm the richest n***a that's in this s**t

But I'm one of them

Barely check my account n***a I'm admittin' it

I don't give a f**k

F**k around with my bread bet you I'ma find out

I'ma catch you n***a

Couple n***as I deaded know what I'm talkin' 'bout

N***a don't play with me

I got a wife I got a baby to feed

I got a mama to spoil

I got a brother got a few legal fees

I got a daddy and s**t

Medical bills credit to fix

People to pay label to run

You play with your life if you play with my funds n***a

Young Thug：

Got me stressed

Woah woah woah woah woah

I don't wanna rest

Woah woah woah woah woah

Smoking cigarettes

Woah woah woah woah woah

Get it off my chest

Woah woah woah woah woah

I don't wanna stress

Oh

But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest

Oh

And I can't help it I don't wanna stress

Oh

But I can't help it yeah

Oh

No no no

J. Cole/T-Shyne：

Old sweats road jets tote TECs no flex

Bad b***hes no let's on deck broke next

Pill popper square n***as bare witness uh

Oh

Blunt twisters f**k n***as

Oh got me stressed woah

T-Shyne：

I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house

Stressin'

I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said "We can't work it out"

Got me stressed

I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out

Church get out

And I don't think like I used to think 'cause I'm older now

Older now

When you broke you doin' more for less

Yeah

You ain't findin' no success

No success

Sad to say my girl just left

And I really love her to death

I do

Told her I can't call her my ex

'Cause I feel like we ain't finished yet

We not done

I just texted her phone

And I said "Are you out your feelings yet"

And my brother he just called he need that lawyer money

That lawyer money

They said he did it but I know he didn't

Nah

But you need O. J. money when you tryna get acquitted

Yeah

This s**t is sickenin' nobody listen when you in prison

Prison

I was hangin' on the corner with some Jordans on no designer

No designer

Servin' up that white girl back then we called her fine china

Yeah

I was lookin' for a bad b***h but I didn't know where to find her

Where to find her

All this pressure and this stress made me a diamond

Diamond

I'm just tryna show love some people never grow up

Sometimes I wish I could trust but that's how feelings get crushed

I used to ride on the train I used to ride on the bus

They wanna hang with the gang but no they not one of us