Stress lyrics

Stress
I’m feeling way down
It’s hard to keep my chest up
I ain’t feeling like the man, I feel less of
Last time I saw the doctor he said rest up
I ain’t resting up til’ a n*gga heaven up
I ain’t doing nothing til’ the presi dead enough
In the 954 n*gga glizzed up
You don’t really know ya b*tch until you switch up
You don’t really know ya b*tch until you wanna f*ck
Too much in the base, I’m like what the f*ck
She the love of my life, bro what the f*ck
I ain’t asking for much, I wanna buss a nut
I’m stressed.. stressed

Let me babysit that face baby, uh huh
Got a son ain’t no babysitting, uh uh
Ain’t no babysitting my son n*gga, uh uh
Not even a pastor, we got 80 lungs
Got a smoker breath and a petty lung
I need a heart to heart
I don’t need no f*cking petty song
Ain’t no way they taking my life until they barre arm’s
If it’s hitting on me n*gga what ?
Stressed