Stressin Me Lyrics & Chords By Trae
[Hook: Bill Cook] [x2]
Niggas be Stressin' Me, niggas be testin' me
Takin' my kindness for a weakness in this industry
Niggas be Stressin' Me, tryin' to get everything for free
Knowin' that anything worth havin' costs a pretty penny.
[Bill Cook:]
I gotta get raw this time around dog
'Cause muthafuckers thinkin' they can push me in the ground
Just sayin' do anything to me, expect to know my peeps
So this song goes out to those haters who do envy me
My point exactly they ain't gotta be a platinum song
Just as long as you get the message you hear in this song
I got a lovely remedy for this shit, yeah
But in the face or the mind, ghetto platinum hits
When you doin' something right, niggas got something bad to say
See I ain't tryin' to please these phony busters anyway.
[Hook: Bill Cook] [x2]
Niggas be Stressin' Me, niggas be testin' me
Takin' my kindness for a weakness in this industry
Niggas be Stressin' Me, tryin' to get everything for free
Knowin' that anything worth havin' costs a pretty penny.
[Bill Cook:]
It was some niggas on there, sure was talkin' about my hair
Now they're broke & they're all what livin' there.
How you gon' let a nigga like me slip through your fingers yo?
It's kinda like you hit the lotto then just lost it all
See I'm a ghetto platinum nigga, I'm gon' shine this year
Y'all can't stop what God has for me, it's so crystal clear
So now sit back, relax & enjoy the ride
You had yours on, now it's Cook & Trae's time
Don't start none, won't be none
Don't start none, won't be none
Don't start none, won't be none
Don't start none, won't be none.
[Hook: Bill Cook] [x2]
Niggas be Stressin' Me, niggas be testin' me
Takin' my kindness for a weakness in this industry
Niggas be Stressin' Me, tryin' to get everything for free
Knowin' that anything worth havin' costs a pretty penny.
[Trae:]
Still stuck between real & fake
But I'm a eliminate fake when I beat the hate
I'm on my last leg & on the verge of clickin'
And these cats ain't gon' learn 'til they come up missin'
Niggas takin' the help that I give for granted
Me & Cook been wreckin' shit for too long
You better get your ass up & get your stacks up
Tryin' to roll chop for me & get you messed up
I'm sick & tired of these wanna be fake type
Industry hype, all about the limelight
Livin' life shife & ride a nigga dick tight
Better go on 'cause I'm the real nigga type
And I'm squarin' it off 'til it's over
Stress done got me, runnin' out my mind
And I put it on the line, each & every time
Since they messed up my vibe, now the haters mine
It ain't no more friends, ain't no more foes
Ain't no more kin folk & no more hoes
Just me & the Maab & S.L.A.B.
And I'm a rep my click until the curtain close
Lord knows, I'm due for earnin' my crown
I done waited my time & now it's goin' down
Trae & Bill Cook, Stress the remix
Life in the street niggas better move around.
[Bill Cook:]
I ain't tryin' to start nothin' y'all can feel fa sho.
I keeps it real. Can you tell by the way I spit it yo?
This is the first & last time thuggin' on a negative vibe
I should've done these writin' songs are goin' 90 wide
You think I'm talkin' about you if the shoe fit wear it dog
You done pissed me off, this was the last straw
You whack producers who think your tracks are the bomb
I thought you knew you need a platinum, wasn't a real song
I can go on & on, while all while sealin' the flow
See all you niggas really need me, but you don't hear me though.
[Hook: Bill Cook] [x2]
Niggas be Stressin' Me, niggas be testin' me
Takin' my kindness for a weakness in this industry
Niggas be Stressin' Me, tryin' to get everything for free
Knowin' that anything worth havin' costs a pretty penny.
[Bill Cook:]
Yeah, yeah
Trae help me out, Trae help me out
The Maab, yeah BMG 1965
The click, the squad, help me out
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, well.
These niggas don't want none.
