Stress
Aasim
GENRE
[Intro]
Stress that I go through every day, right?
Yeah
[Verse 1]
In this life of mine, there's process
Food for Thought, Reader Digest's
I try my best to keep a level head
But Karnel, Mike and Kev' is dead
So I cry inside myself, listenin' to voices sayin'
Suicide myself, 'cause I can't bear
People expire every day it's like I can't care
Mama workin' two jobs, nigga, life ain't fair
But my eyes dry as the desert and I can't tear
Must be strong for as long as the problems is here
Won't go away 'til I solve 'em and harmony's here
I got three strikes against me, minus the system
I'm a young black rapper, I ain't tryna be a victim
Even with a bunch of talent, I'm labeled a fool
Who's off-balanced, no diplom' on a alcohol, drug habit
I need a hug, damn it, fuck a thug actin'
Like a dumb mo'fucker under the trance of the slums
I move forward, fuck twiddlin' thumbs
'Cause the Aas', Aas'll be rich is a million to none
The ratio of real to fake is like a million to one
I'm only speakin' from my heart, through the lash of my tongue
All the pain that I survived through, drive-bys and drive-thrus
Crips versus Pirus, colors that I like too
I hate him, I love her, and I dislike you
Back to the wall, seen my favorite uncle smoke crack
In the back of a car, no regard for my innocence
Ten years old exposed to a dose of ignorance
It's like deliverance, part of the reason I
Unleash a beast viciousness, I gotta feed the syphilis
[Interlude]
It's hot outside, yeah
It's real on my block, yeah
Listen
[Verse 2]
The heat is on, the pressure builds by the second
Thoughts walk like a old soul record
A old soul Aasim cold wars mold legends
When harsh winds blow, grown men behold aggression
I never fold, I hold fast to my full blown obsession
Rich is my goal I'm on patrol until I get it
I listen to the rhythm of the streets while on my mission
I been hailed so much crime, even while free, I'm in prison
I need a clean spirit, reorganize each of my priorities
I got a daughter can't be callin' women, bitches
But it's part of me, the fuckin' and the drinkin', Aas' is a product of
Honesty and honestly, I got a lust for sinnin'
Used to smoke weeds but to that, good riddance
Grandpops overdosed on coke, couldn't miss him
Never knew 'em, my father's mother I love her but barely
The voice of the meager, you gotta struggle to hear me
You gotta be poor to feel me, I don't appeal to ballers
Eat pancakes for months, no milk, just add water
It's a cold, cruel world, the rat race got fewer choices
When you live in the sewer, you better avoid the poison
Young boys with mustaches, don't impress me
You ain't a grown man, homie, you fresh outta diapers
This is a man's world and every man has a price
You either pay it or owe it for life, that's right, nigga
[Outro]
This is just stress
This is the stress that we go through when you live day-to-day
Live it every day, growin' up in the jungle
Stress that I go through every day, right?
Yeah
[Verse 1]
In this life of mine, there's process
Food for Thought, Reader Digest's
I try my best to keep a level head
But Karnel, Mike and Kev' is dead
So I cry inside myself, listenin' to voices sayin'
Suicide myself, 'cause I can't bear
People expire every day it's like I can't care
Mama workin' two jobs, nigga, life ain't fair
But my eyes dry as the desert and I can't tear
Must be strong for as long as the problems is here
Won't go away 'til I solve 'em and harmony's here
I got three strikes against me, minus the system
I'm a young black rapper, I ain't tryna be a victim
Even with a bunch of talent, I'm labeled a fool
Who's off-balanced, no diplom' on a alcohol, drug habit
I need a hug, damn it, fuck a thug actin'
Like a dumb mo'fucker under the trance of the slums
I move forward, fuck twiddlin' thumbs
'Cause the Aas', Aas'll be rich is a million to none
The ratio of real to fake is like a million to one
I'm only speakin' from my heart, through the lash of my tongue
All the pain that I survived through, drive-bys and drive-thrus
Crips versus Pirus, colors that I like too
I hate him, I love her, and I dislike you
Back to the wall, seen my favorite uncle smoke crack
In the back of a car, no regard for my innocence
Ten years old exposed to a dose of ignorance
It's like deliverance, part of the reason I
Unleash a beast viciousness, I gotta feed the syphilis
[Interlude]
It's hot outside, yeah
It's real on my block, yeah
Listen
[Verse 2]
The heat is on, the pressure builds by the second
Thoughts walk like a old soul record
A old soul Aasim cold wars mold legends
When harsh winds blow, grown men behold aggression
I never fold, I hold fast to my full blown obsession
Rich is my goal I'm on patrol until I get it
I listen to the rhythm of the streets while on my mission
I been hailed so much crime, even while free, I'm in prison
I need a clean spirit, reorganize each of my priorities
I got a daughter can't be callin' women, bitches
But it's part of me, the fuckin' and the drinkin', Aas' is a product of
Honesty and honestly, I got a lust for sinnin'
Used to smoke weeds but to that, good riddance
Grandpops overdosed on coke, couldn't miss him
Never knew 'em, my father's mother I love her but barely
The voice of the meager, you gotta struggle to hear me
You gotta be poor to feel me, I don't appeal to ballers
Eat pancakes for months, no milk, just add water
It's a cold, cruel world, the rat race got fewer choices
When you live in the sewer, you better avoid the poison
Young boys with mustaches, don't impress me
You ain't a grown man, homie, you fresh outta diapers
This is a man's world and every man has a price
You either pay it or owe it for life, that's right, nigga
[Outro]
This is just stress
This is the stress that we go through when you live day-to-day
Live it every day, growin' up in the jungle
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