Stressed Out lyrics

by

Ace Hood


[Chorus]
I done f*cked 'round, got a b*tch pregnant
My lawyer hollerin', "n*gga, pay me"
n*ggas locked up, tryna spray me
I got a warrant, so I'm shaking
Seem like I'm all out of blessings
I don't know if God tryna test me
Tryna help a n*gga and he left me
Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'
I done f*cked 'round, got a b*tch pregnant
My lawyer hollerin', "n*gga, pay me"
n*ggas locked up, tryna spray me
I got a warrant, so I'm shaking
Seem like I'm all out of blessings
I don't know if God tryna test me
Tryna help a n*gga and he left me
Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'

[Verse 1]
Locked up, my b*tch stressing sh*t, hoping I make the pregnancy
My homegirl's on that messy sh*t, telling her not to keep messing with me
f*cked me up when Chino died, he was bustin' down that fetty brick
My career keep passin' me by 'cause I keep going to jail and sh*t
Tired of smelling my cell and sh*t, wonder where all my letters went
All this money don't mean nothin', nothin' unless my bag is set
Family showing me jealousy, they be forgetting to care for me
Missing my son, it's stressin' me, his mama stay on some petty sh*t
Knowing I take care of my jit, even all of that lil' extra sh*t
And you already got more child support, what more you want left from me?
n*ggas ain't never been there for me, n*ggas been giving they ass a kiss
Shootouts every night, spinnin' back-to-back, same n*ggas you was just laughing with
Talking to God, beggin' for a change
Know you know I'm goin' through some things
Hoping all this praying ain't in vain
Say you never let me feel shame
Stressed out, walkin' through the rain
Damn, I got a baby on the way
f*ck, court date coming up
Yeah, I'm strong, but sometimes, it get tough
[Chorus]
I done f*cked 'round, got a b*tch pregnant
My lawyer hollerin', "n*gga, pay me"
n*ggas locked up, tryna spray me
I got a warrant, so I'm shaking
Seem like I'm all out of blessings
I don't know if God tryna test me
Tryna help a n*gga and he left me
Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'
I done f*cked 'round, got a b*tch pregnant
My lawyer hollerin', "n*gga, pay me"
n*ggas locked up, tryna spray me
I got a warrant, so I'm shaking
Seem like I'm all out of blessings
I don't know if God tryna test me
Tryna help a n*gga and he left me
Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'

[Verse 2]
What, this all be for a n*gga?
Bugging off that lean with the pistols
n*ggas rocking ski like it's winter
You don't need a team to be official
Mine is probably the same one get you
f*ck the fame, I hang around with killers
Creeping on 'em in an armadillo
Straight flush sh*t, ain't know I'm a dealer
Lil' one finding bodies in the system
He been smokin' molly, can't remember
First lil' juvenile, then you turned killer
Raiders ridin' 'round jumping out Sprinters
Sick and tired of f*ckin' with these n*ggas
Gotta watch my son grow up through these pictures
Tired of falling in love with these b*tches
I just know I keep getting richer
Now they see me out there, shaking head
They was probably thinking I'd be dead
Gave him ten years and the b*tch fled
Next thing you know, he losing dreads
I ain't 'lowed to say no, ain't it?
Everyone got their arms out lately
Sober me way more dangerous
Everything be my fault, ain't it?
[Chorus]
I done f*cked 'round, got a b*tch pregnant
My lawyer hollerin', "n*gga, pay me"
n*ggas locked up, tryna spray me
I got a warrant, so I'm shaking
Seem like I'm all out of blessings
I don't know if God tryna test me
Tryna help a n*gga and he left me
Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'
I done f*cked 'round, got a b*tch pregnant
My lawyer hollerin', "n*gga, pay me"
n*ggas locked up, tryna spray me
I got a warrant, so I'm shaking
Seem like I'm all out of blessings
I don't know if God tryna test me
Tryna help a n*gga and he left me
Tell you the truth, I'm stressin'
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