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Uh, either I make it out filthy or they gon' kill me Give a field nigga a job so he can feel free Gotta find a persona to fit my insecurities If I wear all these chains, they won't see the real me Dancin' to the tunes that made submissive ancestors Why the voice of the people get shaky as Fran Drescher's? Become a star with your, "Yes, massahs," and your, "Yes, suhs" I wonder why my favorite comedian's playin' dress-up? The moral of the story is balancing all the glory Who would've thought I'd be much happier as a shorty? The nature of this business twisted everything before me I prefer a long time, affiliation is gaudy, shit The pen I use here to write my wrongs That paperwork got you locked, now you must fight the storm They takin' some of what I make even when I perform They fuck you over, but can't make money without your songs Man, I be stressin' Stressin', balancin' my blessings Knew that this was all I wanted All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons You can't tell me I ain't chosen All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves Str-stressin' Letras de cancionesThe people, they tell me that you the bomb Son tracks now, look at the speaker like you a mom When you broke, all the labels, they treat you like you a con 'Til you get a chain and niggas'll treat you like you LeBron But still a puppeteer Ain't no Benz in the driveway, it's still a bucket here But my video got a Benz, I'm sayin' fuck it, here Ain't got me stressin', they hate it when niggas say the real Meanwhile I got a deal but can't pay the bills Get the autotune brackin', you gon' be over hot The A&R's, they trippin', they wanna know your block Want me on my thug but I'm seein' the shit that Hova got They on my headset, my video need a ho to pop This for the nigga with his moms 'cause he don't know the pops Dropped out, can't get a job, so he just go to rocks That's why a nigga always spit the realest Labels got me locked, man, I hope the fans get to feel this Stressin' Stressin', balancin' my blessings Knew that this was all I wanted All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons You can't tell me I ain't chosen All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves Str-stressin' Simple as this, your temple for rent, uh Physically fit but mentally bent, uh Taking a sentence, industry shit How the fuck they tell you go leave your prints, your signature lint? To some niggas when you signed, told you You know the climate of this game, what you gon' cry over? Long as you got me in this office, I'm gon' fight for you But they can't bear it when you cold, these niggas bipolar Lost my mind over how I made it through the shots Or living with the fear of niggas kicking in my spot Just to let these labels go and treat me like an opp Block my drop, block my come-up to the top And now I'm blocked, I'm to the block, they gotta pop Full of shit you don't need, niggas hella fiends But you don't know the dreams I done see, you ain't Nel or Heem And you don't know the leaves of a tree from the devil seeds Nah, you don't know the... Oh, I forgot you know everything, but nigga, I been... Stressin', balancin' my blessings Knew that this was all I wanted All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons You can't tell me I ain't chosen All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves Str-stressin' Stressin', balancin' my blessings Knew that this was all I wanted All I feel is pressure, learnin' from my lessons You can't tell me I ain't chosen All I do is roll around my town, try not to feel used All I can do is roll up a pound and I blow it all down, it proves Str-stressin' From Letras Mania