Stressed

Fuck, this shit been startin' to hurt me deep

My way to Taylor Rich is me, look

Aight

Shit hurt me deep and you don't know

I been fightin' some shit and I ain't told a soul (fuck)

Man, it's deeper than they even know

Man, I keep me some stacks but I want me some more

(I want me some more)

And these niggas be cap, be save my phone

No, real 2K don't swing that dough (you know what the fuck I be on)

I don't need nobody, I need me (nah, for real)

Most hated head to feet, I know that they don't like me (yeah, damn)

Really one of them ones putting on for my team (putting on for my team)

I been tryna stay down but they want me to pop it

I keep a lil' dog shit in my jeans, nigga (aight)

I ain't in competition when nobody, feel like it's just me versus me

Motherfuckers that try come around just to fuck shit up (damn)

What the fuck your purpose be?

Gotta watch who you go get your money around

'Cause these niggas be weird and these niggas be envy

I got slimed for about five racks (damn)

And I don't know who done it 'cause all these niggas be with me

Bro told me slow down off the drink 'cause it's fucking me up

It's gon' fuck up my kidney (fuck up my kidney)

But I told him, "My nigga, I can't"

"It's the only thing helping me when it's shit out to get me"

Like I told him, "My nigga, I can't"

"It's the thing helpin' me cope when I wanna go bend"

"When I wanna go spin, when I go get in cars and go throw with the men" (damn)

You just see where I'm at you don't know where I been

I was eighteen, I had my first 10

And I straight fucked it up, got it right back again (got it right back again)

Man, this shit been a loop like I can't fucking win (I can't fucking win)

I've been trying to get closer to God and pray a little more

'Cause if I crash out, who the fuck gon' go do it for them?

Like, damn, huh (who the fuck gon' do it?)

Who the fuck gon' look out for my dukes? Huh (look out for my dukes)

Or pops and them too (pops, yeah)

Nobody, that's why I can't lose (that's why I can't lose)

I'm the one, I can never be two (never be two)

I know APM was a real money mission, but fuck it, I'm locked in the booth

Me and T ran it up off a suit (ran it up off a suit)

Niggas be tryna copy, that's why I go mute huh

Like I'm really a coach (no cap)

I sit back, watch and listen, and see what the fuck niggas do, huh

(What the fuck niggas do)

And folks said I'm a poet (poet)

How I get on the beat and just talk, he relate to me too

Huh, damn, huh, that's real

Huh, huh, they'll never know how 2K feel (they'll never know)

I'm stressed 'til I get a mil' (fuck)

Like, nigga, I'm stressed until I get out of the ville

Told bro to lay off on them

Damn, huh

Told bro to lay off on them pills (lay off the pills)

Man, this shit get you high, but it might get you killed

Huh, got a lot on my plate but this shit ain't a meal

Like I be state-to-state, that is how 2K live

Really chasing that paper, I ain't chasing no deal

If I blew up out rap, I'ma move to the Hills (I'ma move to the Hills)

This trap shit really take care of my bills

I'm tryna get dukes in a whole new crib

Motherfuckers found out where I live (they know where I live)

Shit hurt me deep and you don't know

I been fightin' some shit and I ain't told a soul

Man, it's deeper than they even know (damn)

Man, I keep me some stacks but I want me some more

(I want me some more)

And these niggas be cap, be save my phone

No, real 2K don't swing that dough (you know what the fuck I be on)