Ace Hood – Stressin' Lyrics  Share

From Ace Hood's album: Gutta

(feat. Plies)

[talkin: Plies]
A nigga I^,m stressin badda den a bitch rite now cause a nigga almost got married to da liquor boy nigga so fucked up out here cause I^,m stressin badda den a bitch my nigga...

[Hook: Plies]
Den fucked round got a hoe pregnant... my lawyer hollen nigga pay me... niggas locked up tryna spray me... I gotta warrent so I^,m shakin^,... seems like I^,m all out of blessings... own know if god tryin^, test me... tried to help a nigga n he waste me... to tell you da truth... I^,m stressin^,
[repeat]

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Chea my rent due n I^,m stressin^,... landlord jest called with a message... say I gotta be out by da 7th man I^,m sick and tired of dis mess... it^,s like god is akin^, my blessings bad luck is all in my presents... fuck round n I gotta chick pregnant... what da hell umma do with dat baby... how da hell I^,m gone tell my lady... I^,m drunk ass hell in my zone... I gotta fifth of hen n it^,s gone... I^,m fucked up n I^,m stressin^,... I can^,t seem to ease dat pressure... fuck nigga^,s can^,t make it no betta... des craka^,z trna take my life... nigga^,s mad n hate what I^,m makin^,... heard da feds is out with my face... now I^,m scared ass hell and I^,m shakin^,... I can^,t go to jail I^,m on paypa^,s... now dem nigga^,s den start with dat hatin^,... I^,m tryna help dem nigga^,s see paypa... but dey dan fucked around with da fed... now I^,m stressed n pullin^, my dreads... dem fuck nigga^,s deserve to be dead...

[Hook]

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[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Chea I can^,t win for lossin^, I^,m stressin^,... I dropped a quarch of my flesh... man I^,m tired as god is my witness... tryna smile but pain is my vesion... man I^,m tired of lyin^, to my folk... fuck round n I^,m serving^, dat coke... baby mama tryna take me to court... tryna holla bout child support... fuck round n I got me on paypa^,s... now I^,m mad as hell I can^,t take it... I drop n pray to my maker... Dear lord if hear my prayer... I^,m stressed n I can^,t go on... it^,s like I^,m all out of blessings lord... I^,m alone n nobody to call I got bills but da money can^,t solve... mama cryin^, but her tears jest fall... (ahhh I^,m stressin)... big cats what I^,m gone do nah... des craka^,z wanna take my ride... dey wanna take me away fo^,life... see my body can^,t take nomo... it^,s like a yung nigga life so wrong... no pain my feelings gone...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Chea n I do it fo my nigga^,s in jail... doin^, time tryna make bail... I hold it down fo dem nigga^,s don^,t tell... let^,em know dey gone see dat appeal... let^,em know it^,s da real nigga watchin^,... n neva mind I grindin^, dey stopin^,... so middle finger^,s to dem fuckin^, feds... dey gave my dawg 25 in da pen... all mah snitch niggas say he did it... with no lawyers da judge don^,t bend... CusSupa Jock I lov ya homie... so I put dat shit on my kin n up on my unborn kin... so we once u a nigga dat^,s gone... is locked up with a struggle at home... put^,cha hands up in da sky... let^,em know dat he ain^,t at alone... da real nigga^,s hold it down at home... da real nigga^,s gone hold dey own... (yep yep) hold dey own...

[Hook]

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