ANDRE NICKATINA - Stress Factor lyrics

rate me

Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge

I'm trying not to lose my head

Sometimes I sit alone

And look deep into my soul

And I starrin' down at something

That's very out a control

Tolerence at zero

Emotions dead and gone

If indo was a pebble

Man consider me stoned

Patience low I rest to go

I got's to get ahead

Mothafuck these hoes

And them po-pos I gots to get my bread

The streets say nothing nice

They crooked like the idus

And everybody dippin seein

Who can get the highest

But check this out

Man, without a doubt

And about who's comin' fresher

And about that cab

And protect that ass

Don't panic under pressure

My stabbin' like a whip

Or better an alligator

Temper going up and down like a

Like a fucking elevator

Bitch I want it now

Don't give me no delay's

My hustle got me trippin

Liftin' from my turn away's

Man this life is real

No time to be an actor

And I'll play that no man

Let me know

It's just a stress factor

I want to grow old

Have a kid and a place to sleep

A down ass wife

And when I die I'll rest in peace

But man that's all a dream

This donja got me bleak

It got me feelin good

But I forgot what I did last week

Now look at my face

This shit ain't fake

The pain done turn to pressure

Every nigga that know man feel me tho

Don't cop down to a lessa

My mother woke me up

One day said "boy you gettin grown"

Your momma has 3 jobs

Your momma is gettin old

So I took it as a hint

When on my mission spree

Mind full of hatred

Got me fucka, time is hard you see

That monkeys on my back

And I can't get him off

So whatever I do

Mom it's just for you

No matter what the cost

I put that on my life

Everything I see is dark

Money is rare

But I don't care

Man stop that niggaz heart

He's comin like a big wheel

I'm comin like a tractor

Man take this hate

Run it's too late

Man it's the stress factor

Some think that I'm The Man

Some think my shit don't stink

But yes it do

I thought you knew

I'm not a coward or a fink

One side of my heart got love

The other side is hate

And boy that hate is stealin love

Right in it's fuckin face

Women ask me how I'm livin

I tell them day by day

With a donja joint

That lovely voice

Of Mr. Marvin gay

Man I gots to get away

That just might do some good

But every time I gets away

I miss the fuckin hood

My homie lost his job

He don't know how to react

So I do our thangs to help him out

Like took a little crack

But that shit's over rated

And it gets Complicated

But you would never know

From that cat flow

And the way the pictures painted

Motherfuckers whisper

And think I don't hear them

And wonder why I'm over high

And never will go near them

Much love to all my niggas

From workin' men to jackas

Cause no matter what you feel it's

Cause it's called the stress factor