Too Much Stress Songtext
von Big Mello

I got so much drama in my life you see

Damn things ain′t just what they used to be
But these are dead and gone
Most of them locked up
I'm out in this world and nobody gives a fuck
If it ain′t these white folks shaking me down
It's these cappin' ass niggas on the grind tryna clown

Make it hard for a nigga to grind
Snitching to the folks ′cause they scared to do the time
So I creep one deep, stay high

Tryna stay alive, struggling to survive
Don′t know a damn thing but the code of the streets
Flip, get paid, try not to get beat
Serving dope fiends, hitting licks with the codeine

Got a couple fucking boppers on my team


But everything ain't lovely
Uh, baby mama don′t love me
And after all I do and after all we've been through
Man, she got the nerve to have an attitude
A nigga paying rent tryna raise my kids
Now they starched and ironed, packing little zips
I′m teaching my little boys to be men
Don't be like your daddy, go to the pen
If you lie, you cheat, if you steal, you kill
But I gotta stay real, pass that steel ′cause uh

Someone knocking at the door (Shit)
Somebody's ringing the bell (Man)
Someone knocking at the door (Shit)
Somebody's ringing the bell (Shit)
Do me a favor (Uh)
Open the door and let ′em in
Too much stress tryna put me to the test
Punk motherfuckers wanna see me put to rest

Evil knocking on my front door
I can′t wait no more, bait no more
I can't relate no more, I′m under too much stress
Punk motherfuckers wanna see me put to rest


Push that button, blaow like it ain't nothing
Bust your ass like you stole something
No fun, a nigga just paranoid, shell shocked
Running from the motherfucking cops on the block
Uh, gotta stack paper, gotta stack paper
It′s all a nigga know, I can't be a hater
Somebody help me, get me out the gutter
Show love to a brother so I can help my mother
She riding that bus with a bunch of young thugs

Lord please watch her while I′m tryna come up
All this stress too much for my mind
Make me wanna get my nine, I ain't lying, man

Someone knocking at the door (Shit)
Somebody's ringing the bell (Man)
Someone knocking at the door (Open up)
Somebody′s ringing the bell (Man)
Do me a favor (Uh)
Open the door (Shit) and let ′em in
Too much stress tryna put me to the test
Punk motherfuckers wanna see me put to rest

TV, TV fucking with my mind
Them talk shows got folks losing they mind
Expect me, believe me, Jenny, Frankie
Geraldo, Jerry, Maury, Sally
Talking that noise, exploiting that poison
Showing little boys that love other boys
But one little boy didn't play that shit

Next fucking day went and shot the bitch

If that′s your lifestyle, all that's cool
Keep it to yourself, don′t put it on the tube
'Cause my children are God′s children
Devil can't kill them, daddy gon' build them
Mentally, physically, spiritually, socially
Grow with me, go with me, daddy keep himself free
True G, OG, gotta stay strong
And when he come I′ll be the first one ′cause uh

Someone knocking at the door (Man)
Somebody's ringing the bell (Shit)
Someone knocking at the door (Uh)
Somebody′s ringing the bell (Man)
Do me a favor (Uh)
Open the door (Shit) and let 'em in
Too much stress tryna put me to the test
Punk motherfuckers wanna see me put to rest
Someone knocking at the door (Shit)

Somebody′s ringing the bell (Damn)
Someone knocking at the door (Shit)
Somebody's ringing the bell (Uh)
Do me a favor (Man)
Open the door and let ′em in
Too much stress tryna put me to the test
Punk motherfuckers wanna see me put to rest