Stressin - Jag, Nick Grant, DCMBR

Uh, either I make it out filthy or they gon' kill me

Give a field nigga a job so he can feel free

Gotta find a persona to fit my insecurities

If I wear all these chains, they won’t see the real me

Dancin' to the tunes that made submissive ancestors

Why the voice of the people get shaky as Fran Drescher’s?

Become a star with your, «Yes, massahs,» and your, «Yes, suhs»

I wonder why my favorite comedian’s playin' dress-up?

The moral of the story is balancing all the glory

Who would’ve thought I’d be much happier as a shorty?

The nature of this business twisted everything before me

I prefer a long time, affiliation is gaudy, shit

The pen I use here to write my wrongs

That paperwork got you locked, now you must fight the storm

They takin' some of what I make even when I perform

They fuck you over, but can’t make money without your songs

Man, I be stressin'

Stressin', balancin' my blessings

Knew that this was all I wanted

All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons

You can’t tell me I ain’t chosen

All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used

All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves

Str-stressin'

The people, they tell me that you the bomb

Son tracks now, look at the speaker like you a mom

When you broke, all the labels, they treat you like you a con

'Til you get a chain and niggas’ll treat you like you LeBron

But still a puppeteer

Ain’t no Benz in the driveway, it’s still a bucket here

But my video got a Benz, I’m sayin' fuck it, here

Ain’t got me stressin', they hate it when niggas say the real

Meanwhile I got a deal but can’t pay the bills

Get the autotune brackin', you gon' be over hot

The A&R's, they trippin', they wanna know your block

Want me on my thug but I’m seein' the shit that Hova got

They on my headset, my video need a ho to pop

This for the nigga with his moms 'cause he don’t know the pops

Dropped out, can’t get a job, so he just go to rocks

That’s why a nigga always spit the realest

Labels got me locked, man, I hope the fans get to feel this

Stressin'

Stressin', balancin' my blessings

Knew that this was all I wanted

All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons

You can’t tell me I ain’t chosen

All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used

All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves

Str-stressin'

Simple as this, your temple for rent, uh

Physically fit but mentally bent, uh

Taking a sentence, industry shit

How the fuck they tell you go leave your prints, your signature lint?

To some niggas when you signed, told you

You know the climate of this game, what you gon' cry over?

Long as you got me in this office, I’m gon' fight for you

But they can’t bear it when you cold, these niggas bipolar

Lost my mind over how I made it through the shots

Or living with the fear of niggas kicking in my spot

Just to let these labels go and treat me like an opp

Block my drop, block my come-up to the top

And now I’m blocked, I’m to the block, they gotta pop

Full of shit you don’t need, niggas hella fiends

But you don’t know the dreams I done see, you ain’t Elohim

And you don’t know the leaves of a tree from the devil seeds

Nah, you don’t know the…

Oh, I forgot you know everything, but nigga, I been…

Stressin', balancin' my blessings

Knew that this was all I wanted

All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons

You can’t tell me I ain’t chosen

All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used

All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves

Str-stressin'

Stressin', balancin' my blessings

Knew that this was all I wanted

All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons

You can’t tell me I ain’t chosen

All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used

All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves

Str-stressin'