Stressin' I Ain't Livin' Right

歌詞

Stressin' I ain't livin' right Creeping with my finger on the trigger Stressin' I ain't livin' right But I ain't going out without a fight Day by day I'm making plans so I can get paid Later on each night I'm making plans so I can get laid Pussy ain't shit if you ain't paid right If I see you got a grip bang shake her night Fucking nine to five at Mickey D's ain't paying shit So I got to think to myself a major hit So I grab my shit, Big Wy I got a lick G No questions asked, young nigga are you with me Big Wy strapped up, he grabbed the niners' best friend I had the four, my nigga pops with a Mag 10 Things were rolling as planned they were real smooth I creeped up, freeze nigga, don't move I stashed his bitch as I carve out fucking weed Slapped him with the niner whole battle was neat Said please, please, homie, this ain't my girl go I ain't your homie though but not the fucking dope Straight to the safe and hurry up and we'll be leaving soon No one in your closet and no one in your kids room He cracked the safe and now I'm getting paid I know it The only thing now I'm thinking, nigga don't blow it Before I know it the nigga knows who I am Big Wy said hurry up Stretch Dog, damn So now I know I gotta do what I gotta do Leave no witnesses with no fucking clues I took his bitch ass in his own fucking living room Tied him up hands and feet and laid face down Took his bitch and laid the hoe right next to him Covered em both cause I know I got to do em I told Big Wy I grabbed the shit and hit the door One shot each to the head with the 44 I'm coming out I got my finger on the trigger Scoping your pop, said damn hurry up nigga I jump in, I gotta smile cause we're winning Life ain't nothing but sex, money and killing But now I'm thinking to myself, was it a good night Watching my back, stressing cause I ain't living right Yeah My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right But I ain't going out without a fight My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right But I ain't going out without a fight Time's a wasting, it's to find a fucking straw I'm in a state of mind I wanna kill with a chainsaw I'm broke, starving with a serious weed habit Looking at my nine, no hesitation, I just grab it Now I'm on a mission looking for a target I turn into the suburbs then a left while I'm mostly walking And what do you know, it's just my luck Two rooky white boys driving a armored truck One of them walks around the side, timed his walk Shot him in his head, took his gat and his report His body in a trash can and close the top Went into the market and scooped up a cash drop Creeped to the truck away from the cowboy Opened up the door and blasted his homeboy I reached behind the bars and grabbed the money sacks All the time another nigga in the back Jumped out the truck and commenced the running He opened up the back door, commenced the dumping Trying to get away running slow to a real mothafucker 300 pounds and I'm tired as a mothafucker Damn a dead end, my only mistake The sheriffs block me and I'm on my way upstate, huh When I get out I'ma keep my plans tight Serving my time, stressing cause I ain't living right My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right Creeping with my finger on the trigger My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right But I ain't going out without a fight Lil Stretch are you stressing Yeah I'm stressing Why's that I've beat a nigga with a baseball bat I left him dead cause the nigga tried to cheat me Taught him a lesson that the nigga couldn't beat me He thought he wants so I gave him what he deserved See what he thinking cause his brains's on the kiserved His family's stressing cause they don't know what their daddy did Fuck his wife and his mothafucking two kids Somebody's gotta pay for the shit the nigga stole Aw, I'ma leave the whole fucking family freezing cold Went to his house was on the door, on the floor, bitch Twenty Gs on my mothafucking shit She played dumb like she don't know what I'm talking about I'm in a race so I pull out the niner And now I'm strapped 99 times my man One in my right and the other in my left hand She says she's shocked but she don't really know how sure she is I took the bitch I left the mothafucking two kids We took a ride 200 miles and headed south Got to a fill at dark now get the fuck out She hesitated first and posed the smashed up bitch She fought back real quick I had to slap the bitch Took out a shovel, told the bitch, now dig real deep How deep? About six mothafuckin feet She took a look and asked a question, why's this? You finna meet your man and your maker, bitch She refused to dig and I was praying for her But right now bitch praying can't save you She said I ain't about to run, nigga Face to face with faith and a mothafuckin trigger She said shoot her nigga, what's up, huh? So I blast the fucking slut And now I'm back on my own turf I know I got my mothafuckin money's worth And now I know why they label me not nice Cause now I'm stressing cause I ain't living right My mother's always stressin' I ain't livin' right