Stressed Lyrics by Young Thug ft. J. Cole & T-Shyne

[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
Nigga on your damn street
Pussy nigga usually pop a trigger if the hand speak
Lackluster, I'ma smack suckers this year
I'ma make a hundred thousand racks of this here
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 nigga time
I ain't sayin' that I'm the richest nigga
That's in this shit (But I'm one of them)
Barely check my account
Nigga I'm admittin' it (I don't give a fuck)
Fuck around with my bread
Bet you I'ma find out (I'ma catch a nigga)
Couple niggas, I doubt it
Know what I'm talkin' about
Nigga don't play with me
I got a wife, I got a baby to feed
I got a momma to spoil, I got a brother
Got a few legal fees
I got a daddy and shit, medical bills, credit to fix
People to pay, label to run
You play with your life or you play with my funds, nigga

[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 bitches, no let's own that, broke, next pill
Pop a square, niggas bare witness (Oh)
Blunt twisters, fuck niggas (Oh, got me 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
'cause 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 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 (Yeah)
This shit is sickenin', nobody listen when you imprisoned
I was hangin' on the corner with some Jordan's on, no designer
Servin' up that white girl, back then we called her "Fine China"
I was lookin' for a bad bitch, 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, dawg, they not one of us