stress - little torment lyrics
[verse]
all of this time in the trap
i coulda went mad cah i live in that place
times i ain’t even wanna get out my bed
everybody better give me my sp*ce
nine years deep in this u.k. rap sh*t
n0body gave me no praise
food on the table in the kitchen
but n0body saying no grace
all of them nights in the bando
hope they don’t raid, i gotta keep faith
anxiety every time i hear the door knock, i gotta be brave
all of them nights i was jugging
on thanksgiving i had coke cooking
all of the years i was rapping
i had to be trapping, i got no bookings
still i don’t give no f*cks, these n*ggas is bruck
they hate and that’s nothing new
you man ain’t f*cking with us
they thought i would lose but this sh*t a w
big bag, big whip, big stick
big energy, i’m cutting through
shawty gon’ give me that top
she tie up her hair and spit out the bubbaloo
all of them nights in the cell
waiting on bail, n*gga i hate jail
my family, friends and my management team
just hoping my tape sells
get hit with the four, need more than a stitch
forty percent, bout to mortgage this crib
i’ve got no manners, it is what it is
my b*tch wanna fight when i call her a b*tch
[hook]
stress, you could never cope with the things that are in my head
things that i’m risking to get these cheques
putting in work cah the wicked don’t get no rest
nothing ain’t sweet, more time everything’s stress
you could never cope with the things that are in my head
things that i’m risking to get these cheques
putting in work cah the wicked don’t get no rest
nothing ain’t sweet
[verse 2]
all of this sh*t gets stressful
when the block gets hot it’s mental
better make sure the ringer got petrol
and that corn is detrimental
and this beat got me sentimental
cause my lifestyle’s been eventful
and the hood is awful and dreadful
and i’ve got no one to vent to
all of this time in the trap
i coulda went mad in the sh*tty estate
but the hand tings always come in handy
i’ma smoke and then bill up some cali
as i walk through the valley of the shadow of death
got my stick on me and my bally
and you know that i do this for my family
matching pairs for my mother and granny
i can’t really get no sleep
too much sh*t on my mind, it’s tekky
when the door knocks it’s edgy
had a party round there, was sh*lly
i can’t really show no love no more
cause these people all change up quickly
all of these mouths these bricks feed
boy i’m tryna get richer than richie
all now my gun finger’s still itchy
it’s a f*cked up life and i live this
nuff man got locked for the murders
i’ma still unlock it and risk it
i went eighty*six miles up the motorway
and i just cooked up a four and a biscuit
a thousand grams, i just stole me a brick
if you heard that i’m caught up in mischief
[hook]
stress, you could never cope with the things that are in my head
things that i’m risking to get these cheques
putting in work cah the wicked don’t get no rest
nothing ain’t sweet, more time everything’s stress
you could never cope with the things that are in my head
things that i’m risking to get these cheques
putting in work cah the wicked don’t get no rest
nothing ain’t sweet
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