Kodak Black – Stressed Out Lyrics
I fucked around got a bih’ pregnant
My lawyer hollerin’ nigga’ pay me
Nigga’s locked up tryna’ spray me
I got it once so I’m shaking
Seems like I’m all out of blessings
I don’t know if God tryna’ test me
Tryna’ help a nigga’ and he left me
Tell you the truth, I’m stressed
Locked up, my bitch stressing shit
Hoping I make the pregnancy
My homegirl’s on that message shit
Telling her not to keep on messing with me
Fucked me up when Chino died
He gon’ bust it down amphetamine brick
My career keep asking me about it
Cuz’ I keep going to jail and shit
Tired of smelling my cell and shit
Wonder where all my letters went
All this money don’t mean nothing
Nothing unless my bag is set
Family showing me jealousy
They be forgetting to care for me
Missing my son excrescently
His momma’ stay on some petty shit
Knowing I take care of my jitt’
Even all of that other lil’ extra shit
And you already got more child support
What more you gon’ need from me ?
Nigga’s ain’t never been there for me
Nigga’s been giving they ass a kiss
Shootouts at nights, spin it back-to-back same nigga’s you was just laughing with
Talking to God, begging for a change
Know you know I’m going through some thang
Hoping all this praying ain’t in vein
Say you never let me feel shame
Stressed out, walking through the rain
Think I got a baby on the way
Fuck, court date coming up, yeah I’m strong but sometimes it gets tough
I fucked around got a bih’ pregnant
My lawyer hollerin’ nigga’ pay me
Nigga’s locked up tryna’ spray me
I got it once so I’m shaking
Seems like I’m all out of blessings
I don’t know if God tryna’ test me
Tryna’ help a nigga’ and he left me
Tell you the truth, I’m stressed
What it’s all it to be for a nigga’
Bugging out that lean with the pistols
Nigga’s rocking ski like it’s Winter
You don’t need a team to be official
Mine is probably the same one that get you
Fuck the fame I hang around with killers
Creeping on em’ in an armadillo
Straight fly shit, ain’t know that I’m a dealer
Lil one finding bodies in the system
He been smoking molly, can’t remember
First a little juvenile now you turned a killer
Raiders riding around jumping out sprinters
Sick and tired of fucking with these nigga’s
Gotta’ watch my son grow up through these pictures
Tired of falling in love with these bitches
I just now that I keep getting richer
Now they see me out there shaking head
They was probably thinking I’d be dead
Gave him 10 years and the bitch fled
Next thing you know he losing dreads
I ain’t allowed to say none though, ain’t it?
Everyone got their arms out lately
Sober me would be way more dangerous
Everything be my fault ain’t it?
I fucked around got a bih’ pregnant
My lawyer hollerin’ nigga’ pay me
Nigga’s locked up tryna’ spray me
I got it once so I’m shaking
Seems like I’m all out of blessings
I don’t know if God tryna’ test me
Tryna’ help a nigga’ and he left me
Tell you the truth, I’m stressed
