Testo The Stress Factor

Testo The Stress Factor

Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my headSometime I sit aloneAnd look deep into my soulAnd i starrin down at something That's very out a controlTolerence at zeroEmotions dead and goneIf indo was a pebblethen i'd be a stonePatience low I rest to goI got's to get AheadMotherfuck these hoesAnd Impose I got to get my breadThe streets say nothing niceThey quit it like the idusAnd everybody dippin seeinwho can get the highestNow check this outwithout a doubtAnd about to come fresherAnd about that cabAnd protect that assDon't pannic under pressureMy stabbin like a whipOr better an aligatortemper going up and down like a Like a fucking elevatorbitch I want it knowDon't give me no delay'sMy hustlin got me trippinListen from my ike turner way'sMan this life is realNo time to be an actorAnd i'll play no manlet me know It's like the stress factorI want to grow oldhave a kid and a place to sleepA down ass wifeAnd when I die i'll rest in peeceBut man that's all a dreamThis donja got me trippinIt got me feelin bleakBut I can't remember what I did last weekNow look at my faceThis shit ain't fakeThe pain to turn to pressureEvery nigga that know meDon't cop down to that pressureMy mother woke me upOne day said "boy you gettin grown"Your momma has 3 jobsYour momma is gettin knownSo I took it as a hintWhen ohh my missions freeMind full of hatredgot me fuckers time is hard you seeThat monkeys on my backAnd I can't get him offSo whatever I do Mom it's just for youNo matter what the costI put that on my lifeEverything I see is darkMoney is rareBut I don't careStop that niggaz heartHe's comin on a big wheelI'm comin on a tractorMan take this hate It's too lateIt's called th stress factorSome think that i'm the manSome think my shit don't stinkBut yes it doI thought you knewI'm not a coward nor a finkOne side of my heart got love The other side is hateBoy that hate is steamin love Right in it's fuckin faceWomen ask me how i'm livinI tell them day by dayWith a donja jointThat lovely voice A mr. Marvin gayAnd I got to get awayThat just might do some good But every time i get awayI miss the fuckin hoodMy homie lost his jobHe don't know how to reactSo I do thangs to help him outLike to a little cracThat shit's over ratedNiggas ComplicatedBut you woulod never knowFrom that cat flowHow the pictures painted Motherfuckers wisperAnd think I don't hear themAnd wonder why i'm over highAnd never go near themBut love to all my niggasfrom workin to mid jackersCause matter what you feelCause it's called the stress factor
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