Trae - Stressin' Me lyrics

[Hook: Bill Cook] [x2] n***as be Stressin' Me, n***as be testin' me Takin' my kindness for a weakness in this industry n***as 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 muthaf**ers 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 sh**, yeah But in the face or the mind, ghetto platinum hits When you doin' something right, n***as got something bad to say See I ain't tryin' to please these phony busters anyway. [Hook: Bill Cook] [x2] n***as be Stressin' Me, n***as be testin' me Takin' my kindness for a weakness in this industry n***as be Stressin' Me, tryin' to get everything for free Knowin' that anything worth havin' costs a pretty penny. [Bill Cook:] It was some n***as on there, sure was talkin' about my hair Now they're broke & they're all what livin' there. How you gon' let a n***a 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 n***a, 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] n***as be Stressin' Me, n***as be testin' me Takin' my kindness for a weakness in this industry n***as 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' n***as takin' the help that I give for granted Me & Cook been wreckin' sh** for too long You better get your a** 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 n***a dick tight Better go on 'cause I'm the real n***a 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 n***as 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 n***as really need me, but you don't hear me though. [Hook: Bill Cook] [x2] n***as be Stressin' Me, n***as be testin' me Takin' my kindness for a weakness in this industry n***as 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 n***as don't want none.