Crunch Tymerz - Not In Need For The Stress lyrics

(Minus Boo) *k**in the stress it's always a constant battle, I had dreams of nice neighborhoods but wake up in the ghetto *This is my life I was born a ba*tard, why's life so f**in hard I can't give you that answer *I guess some things are best left untold, I done seen a lot of sh** n***a i'm getting old *Trying to fight my wicked temptations but yo it's k**ing me, turn this f**ing song off now if you ain't feeling me *Didn't nobody think you would do it but yo you did it that's the beauty of it, but i'm humble so when it's in yo face I won't rub it *Blunt after blunt i'm getting f**ed up ya'll, so muthaf**ing high I pray to god I don't fall *It's a cold world so make sure you bundled up, I got love for the crack heads an love for the drunks *I'm just a product of my environment, 65 years to long to wait for retirement (Stanley Ipkins) *Can't escape the file trenches when Jakes in yo business, two exits be a memory or penitentiary *The voices from brimstone got us in a grapple, k**ing our own blood then wilding in them shackles *Remenice on things that no more even matter, you the driver 1st cla** to d**h on the arrival *Done skipped pa**ed storms non sense with guns. now adjusted to make life better from these songs *Feel our visual the roads we walk a lead you out your mental, take a blunt haze consume the smoke in a days *Lost my cousin lost em right after 98, lost my helmet everysince I ain't been the same *Only the strong survive over rise that hidden pain, some commit suicide so incredibly lame *justify the cause to live cause stress hit ya brain, end up wiping yo mans out and he hip you to the game (Minus Boo) *Living so grimey and rugged imma say f** it, they rather see me in jail than with the general public *But it's ok ya'll go need me one day but i'm go be far away, where you go be somewhere blunted counting them hundreds *Now if it's f** me you know it's f** you you better know it, i'm not a rapper make sure you call me a poet *Now we don't make songs n***a we make f**ing cla**ics, like Denver in superbowl 48 you get yo a** kicked (Stanley Ipkins) *He thought he found the gem taking life sweet we know the story, he was splurging M's same b**h he smashed got em k** *It's the rule evil traveling the vains like blood, Some of the hardest thugs budge basing they life off d** *Its mortal kombat brutality to end a grudge, you either think proper or bow down from that slug *Be smarter over thinking will depress you, most believe in god will he bless you f** some tissue