Andre Nickatina - The Stress Factor lyrics

Dont me cause i'm close to the edge I'm trying not to lose my head Sometime 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 consiter me stoned Patience low I rest to go I got's to get Ahead Motherf** these hoes And them po-pos i gots to get my bread The streets say nothing nice They quit it like the idus And everybody dippin seein who can get the highest but check this out without a doubt And about to come fresher And about that cab And protect that a** Don't pannic under pressure My stabbin like a whip Or better an aligator temper going up and down like a Like a f**ing elevator b**h I want it now Don't give me no delay's My hustlin got me trippin Listen from my ike turner way's Man this life is real No time to be an actor And i'll play no man let me know It's like the stress factor I want to grow old have a kid and a place to sleep A down a** 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 sh** ain't fake The pain to turn to pressure Every n***a that know me Don't cop down to that pressure 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 ohh my missions free Mind full of hatred got me f**ers 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 Stop that n***az heart He's comin on a big wheel I'm comin like a tractor Man take this hate Run it's too late It's called the stress factor Some think that i'm The Man Some think my sh** don't stink But yes it do I thought you knew I'm not a coward nor a fink One side of my heart got love The other side is hate Boy that hate is steamin love Right in it's f**in face Women ask me how i'm livin I tell them day by day With a donja joint That lovely voice A mr. Marvin gay And I got to get away That just might do some good But every time i gets away I miss the f**in hood My homie lost his job He don't know how to react So I do thangs to help him out Like took a little crack That sh**'s over rated n***as Complicated But you woulod never know From that cat flow How the pictures painted Motherf**ers wisper And think I don't hear them And wonder why i'm over high And never go near them much love to all my n***as from workin to mid jackers Cause matter what you feel Cause it's called the stress factor