with J. Cole & T-Shyne | Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
with J. Cole & T-Shyne | Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Woah)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh, woah)
But I can't help it, hey (Oh, oh)
No, no, no
[Post-Chorus: Young Thug]
Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, hey (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 (Woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh, you)
I don't know if I wanna caress you (Oh, oh)
Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh, woah)
Don't know what I wanna would do with you
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Well, it's that gat toting, pistol holding, nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga 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, hunnid 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 nigga time
I ain't sayin' that I'm the richest nigga that's in this shit (But I'm one of them)
Barely check my account, nigga, I'm admittin' it (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck around with my bread, bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch a nigga)
Couple niggas I deaded know what I'm talkin' about
Nigga don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a momma to spoil, I got a brother, got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit, medical bills, credit to fix, people to pay, label to run
You play with your life if you play with my funds, nigga
[Chorus: Young Thug]
Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah)
I don't wanna stress (Woah)
But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh, woah)
And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh, woah)
But I can't help it, hey (Oh, oh)
No, no, no
[Bridge: J. Cole & T-Shyne]
Old sweats, road, jets, tote TECs, no flex
Bad bitches, no let's, on deck, broke, next
Pill popper, square niggas bare witness (Oh)
Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (Oh, got me stressed)
[Verse 2: 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"
I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out
And I don't think like I used to think, 'cause I'm older now
When you broke, you doin' more for less, you ain't findin' no success
Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death
Told her I can't call her my ex, 'cause I feel like we ain't finished yet
I just text her phone and I said "Are you out your feelings yet?"
And my brother, he just called and need that lawyer money
They said he did it, but I know he didn't
But you need O. J. money when you tryna get acquitted (Yeah)
This shit is sickenin', nobody listen when you imprisoned
I was hangin' on the corner with some Jordan's on, no designer
Servin' up that white girl, back then we called her "Fine China"
I was lookin' for a bad bitch, but I didn't know where to find her
All this pressure and this stress make me a 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
Naglasio sam me (oh, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Ne želim se odmoriti (oh, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Pušenje cigareta (oh, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Uzmi ga s mojih prsa (oh, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Ne želim stres (Woah)
Ali ne mogu pomoći da mislim da ću izgubiti ostatak (oh, Woah)
I ne mogu to pomoći, ne želim stres (oh, Woah)
Ali ne mogu si pomoći, hej (oh, oh)
Ne ne ne
[Post-chorus: mladi thug]
Rocky Balboa, ja sam boxin 's ya, hej (Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Ne znam hoću li ga uvući, hej (Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Rekao sam joj da kupi Huarache za mene (Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Kosturi iz ormara za mene, hej (Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Ne znam hoću li vam to izložiti (oh, vi)
Ne znam hoću li te milovati (oh, oh)
Pitam se što želim učiniti s tobom, djevojko (oh, Woah)
Ne znam što želim učiniti s tobom
[Stih 1: J. Cole]
Pa, to je to Gat Toting, Pištolj Holding, Nigga na vašoj prokletoj ulici
Maca nigga obično pop okidač ako ruka govoriti
Betomruster, ja sam Smack odojak ove godine
Ovdje napravim stotinu tisuća regala
Učinite matematiku, hunid milijun za spore u razredu
Vrsta vrećica koje ću biti prevelika za plaćanje u gotovini
Pošaljite žicu, pošaljite ga brzo ', možda ću se samo promijeniti
Danas, milijun dolara jedva vrijedan nigge vremena
Ne kažem da sam najbogatija nigga koja je u ovom sranju (ali ja sam jedan od njih)
Jedva provjeriti moj račun, nigga, neću se nositi (ne dajem jebati)
Zajebavajte se s mojim kruhom, kladite se da saznam (ja sam uhvatio niggu)
Par crnih niggas sam znao što govorim
Nigga se ne igra sa mnom, dobio sam ženu, dobio sam bebu da se hranim
Dobio sam mamu da pokvarim, dobio sam brata, dobio nekoliko pravnih naknada
Imam tatu i sranje, medicinske račune, zasluge za popravak, ljudi za plaćanje, oznaku za pokretanje
Igraš se sa svojim životom ako se igraš s mojim sredstvima, niggi
[Chorus: mlad thug]
Naglasio sam me (oh, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Ne želim se odmoriti (oh, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Pušenje cigareta (oh, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Uzmi ga s mojih prsa (oh, Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah)
Ne želim stres (Woah)
Ali ne mogu pomoći da mislim da ću izgubiti ostatak (oh, Woah)
I ne mogu to pomoći, ne želim stres (oh, Woah)
Ali ne mogu si pomoći, hej (oh, oh)
Ne ne ne
[Most: J. Cole & T-Shyne]
Stare znojenje, cesta, mlaznice, tote Tecs, bez fleksiranja
Loše kuje, nemojmo, na palubi, slomili,
Pill Popper, Square Niggas goli svjedok (oh)
Blunt twisters, jebi crnke (oh, naglasio sam)
[Stih 2: t-shyne]
Bio sam stresnut jer još uvijek ne kupim tatu kuću (stres)
Strent 'jer je moja djevojka rekla: "Ne možemo to raditi"
Znam neke ljude koji počinju sinninki čim crkva izađe
I ne mislim da sam nekad mislio, jer sam sada stariji
Kada ste se razbili, više radite za manje, niste pronašli uspjeh
Tužno je reći da je moja djevojka upravo otišla i stvarno je volim do smrti
Rekao joj da ne mogu nazvati svojim bivšim, jer se osjećam kao da još nisu završili
Samo šaljem telefon i rekao sam: "Jesi li još vaših osjećaja?"
I moj brat, on je upravo pozvao i treba taj novac odvjetnika
Rekli su da je to učinio, ali znam da nije
Ali trebate O. J. Novac kada pokušavate osloboditi (yeah)
Ovo sranje je bolesno, nitko ne sluša kad ste zatvorili
Bio sam obješen na kutu s nekim Jordanima, bez dizajnera
Služim tu bijelu djevojku, tada smo je nazvali "Fine Kina"
Gledala sam lošu kučku, ali nisam znala gdje je pronaći
Sav taj pritisak i ovaj stres čine mi dijamant
Ja sam samo tryna show ljubav, neki ljudi nikada ne odrastaju
Ponekad želim da mogu vjerovati, ali tako se osjećaju osjećaji
Vozio sam se na vlaku, vozio sam se u autobusu
Žele se družiti s bande, ali ne, oni nisu jedan od nas