Young Thug - Stressed lyrics

[Chorus: Young Thug] Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't wanna stress (Woah) But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh, woah) And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh, woah) But I can't help it, hey (Oh, oh) No, no, no [Post-Chorus: Young Thug] Rocky Balboa, I'm boxin' with ya, hey (woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't know if I wanna sock it to ya, hey (woah, woah, woah, woah) I told her buy Huaraches for me (woah, woah, woah, woah) Skeletons out the closet for me, hey (woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't know if I wanna expose this to you (Oh, you) I don't know if I wanna caress you (Oh, oh) Wonder what I wanna do with you, girl (Oh, woah) Don't know what I wanna would do with you [Verse 1: J. Cole] Well, it's that gap talk, pistol hold, ni**a on your damn street Pussy ni**a usually pop a [trigger] if the hand speak Lackluster, I'mma smack su*kers this year Imma make a hundred thousand racks of this year Do the math, hunnid million for the slow ones in the class Type of bags I be gettin' be too big to pay in cash Send it wide, send it fast, 'fore I might jus change my mind Nowadays a million dollars barely worth a ni**a time I ain't sayin' I'm a rich ni**a, that's inner sh*t (But I'm one of them) Barely check my account, ni**a I'm admittin' it (I don't give a fu*k) fu*k around with my bread, bet you I'mma find out (I'mma catch a ni**a) Couple ni**as, I doubt it, know what I'm talkin' about ni**a don't play with me, I got a wife, I got a baby to feed I got a momma to support, I got a brother, got a few legal fees I got a daddy and sh*t, medical bills, credit to fix, people to pay, label to run You play with your life or you play with my funds, ni**a [Chorus: Young Thug] Got me stressed (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't wanna rest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Smoking cigarettes (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) Get it off my chest (Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah) I don't wanna stress (Woah) But I can't help it thinkin' if I lose the rest (Oh, woah) And I can't help it, I don't wanna stress (Oh, woah) But I can't help it, hey (Oh, oh) No, no, no [Bridge: J. Cole & T-Shyne] Oh, sweats, road, jets, tote, texts, no flex Bad b*tches, no let's own that broke next, pill Pop a square, ni**as bare witness (Oh) Blunt twisters, fu*k ni**as (Had been stressed) [Verse 2: T-Shyne] I've been stressin' 'cause I still ain't buy my dad a house (Stressin') I've been stressin' 'cause my girl said "We can't work it out" I know some people that start sinnin' as soon as church get out And I don't think like I used to think, I'm older now When you broke, you doin' more for less You ain't findin' no success Sad to say my girl just left, and I really love her to death Told her I can't call her my ex, 'cause I feel like we ain't finished yet I just text her phone and I said "Are you out your feelings yet?" And my brother, he just called and he need that lawyer money They said he did it, but I know he didn't But you need O.J. money when you tryna get acquitted This sh*t is sickin', no one listen when you in prison I was hangin' on the corner, I had some Jordan's on, no designer Servin' up that white girl, back then we call her "Fine China" I was lookin' for a bad b*tch, but didn't know where to find her All this pressure and this stress make me a diamond I'm just tryna show love, some people never grow up Sometimes I wish I could trust, but that's how feelings get crushed I used to ride on the train, I used to ride on the bus They wanna hang with the gang, but they not one of us