Stress Lyrics - Singles - Kane & Able

[Talking] 

Hey Nigga 

This is our last time bonita 

After this, we out 

I'm tellin you 

We die together 

An eye for an eye (In Italian) 

A tooth for a tooth (In Italian) 

An eye for an eye 

A tooth for a tooth 

All my niggas 

Feel me 

[Verse 1] 

I can't rest 

So much stress to live illegal 

My uncle on death row 

Waiting to get the needle 

Holla if you hear me, people 

This dope game is evil 

A bloody river runnin through the ghetto 

That new born baby 

In the dumpster 

She been dead for a week 

While the dope fiend momma 

Gettin high on the street 

Gettin beat by police 

Still prayin for peace 

Niggas playin for keeps 

Yellow tape and white sheets 

And time is going by so slowy 

I plead insanity 

My family my homies 

Sick of swallowing rocks 

To avoid them cops on the block 

Sick of judges, lawyers, and cell blocks 

This ghetto got me thinkin about death 

When will it stop 

Either you punch the clock 

Or you open up shop 

Chorus 

Everyday I'm livin with stress 

So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) 

To the get the pain of my chest 

Everyday I'm livin with stress 

So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) 

To the get the pain of my chest 

Everyday I'm livin with stress 

So I smoke the cess (I don't wanna die in the ghetto) 

To the get the pain of my chest 

Everyday I'm livin with stress 

So I smoke the cess (Please don't let me die in the ghetto) 

To the get the pain of my chest 

[Verse 2] 

Gettin murdered by the hands of a buster 

Over respect 

Last night my little homie cought a bullet in the neck 

Look in his eyes 

He kinda looked surprised in his last breath 

But life goes on for niggas 

Throwin up they set 

In terror 

In the ghetto when this shit ain't stoppin 

Niggas run in your crib 

And make references to why your momma 

Washin fiends 

Never with a fly 

Chasin a high 

And gettin AIDS from a bitch 

Ain't no way to die 

And everyday I'm seeing signs 

Of the end of the world 

My nigga Bobby killed himself and his lady 

In front of his baby girl 

Feds, watch a nigga 

Tryin to make the bus 

But niggas stay strapped 

And gats, we trust (C'mon) 

Chorus 

[Verse 3] 

Bill Clinton in the White House 

Fucking hoes 

Innocent kids gettin shot on my block 

Casket closed 

Hear the niggas in the cell blocks 

Screaming for freedom 

Tryin to cop a cigarette for stress 

Cause they need them 

Remember JJ got shot 

In a high speed chase 

Busted in the back 

Through the license plate 

My reality is fatality 

I verbalize pain before I be another casualty 

Infared beam on the glock 

Just aim and pop 

You see me for a split second 

And your dead and got 

I try to tell these young kids 

Go to school 

They wanna smoke weed, gang bang, and act a fool 

They don't hear me though 

[Talking] 

Yeah man 

It's sad you know 

We ain't got no jump shot 

Can't play football 

We ain't got no money for college 

But I see these niggas on the block 

Rolling with their fancy cars 

Fancy gold 

Fancy hoes 

Nigga, I'ma get it how I live 

You know 

I'ma y'all young niggas some advice 

Don't get greedy nigga 

Get what you came for 

To many niggas dying 

Trying to prove something to another nigga 

Be true to yourself 

True to what you know nigga 

Stay true to the gizzame