Kodak Black - Stressed Out Lyrics

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Stressed Out Lyrics Kodak Black

[Chorus]

I fucked around got a bih' pregnant

My lawyer hollerin' nigga' pay me

Niggas locked up tryna' spray me

I got it once so I'm shaking

Seems like I'm all out of blessings

I don't know if God tryna' test me

Tryna' help a nigga' and he left me

Tell you the truth, I'm stressed

[Verse]

Locked up, my bitch stressing shit

Hoping I make the pregnancy

My homegirl's on that message shit

Telling her not to keep on messing with me

Fucked me up when [?] died

He gon' bust it down amphetamine brick

My career keep asking me about it

Cuz I keep going to jail and shit

Tired of spending my cell and shit

Wonder where all my letters went

All this money don't mean nothing

Nothing unless my bag is set

Family showing me jealousy

Baby forgetting to care for me

Missing my son excrescently

His momma' stay on some petty shit

Knowing I take care of my jitt

Even all of that other extra shit

And you already got more child support

What more you gon' need from me ?

Nigga's ain't never been there for me

Nigga's been giving they ass a kiss

Shootouts at nights, spin it back to back same niggas you was just laughing with

Talking to God begging for the change

Know you know I'm going through some thang

Hoping all this praying ain't in vein

Say you never let me feel shame

Stressed out, walking through the rain

Think I got a baby on the way

Fuck, court date coming up, yeah I'm strong [?]

I fucked around got a bih' pregnant

My lawyer hollerin' nigga' pay me

Niggas locked up tryna' spray me

I got it once so I'm shaking

Seems like I'm all out of blessings

I don't know if God tryna' test me

Tryna' help a nigga' and he left me

Tell you the truth, I'm stressed

[Verse]

What it's all it to be for a nigga'

Bugging out that lean with the pistols

Nigga's rocking ski like it's Winter

You don't need a team to be official

Mine is probably the same one that get you

Fuck the fame I hang around with killers

Creeping on em' in am armadillo

Straight fly shit, ain't know that I'm a dealer

[?] finding [?] in the system

He been smoking molly, can't remember

First a little juvenile now you turnt a killer

Raiders riding around jumping out sprinters

Sick and tired of fucking with these nigga's

Gotta' watch my son grow up through these pictures

Tired of falling in love with these bitches

I just now that I keep getting richer

Now they see me out there shaking head

They was probably thinking I'd be dead

Gave him 10 years it'd be the [?]

Next thing you know he losing dreads

I ain't allowed to say none though, ain't it ?

Everyone got their arms out lately

Sober me would be way more dangerous

Everything be my fault ain't it ?

[Chorus]

I fucked around got a bih' pregnant

My lawyer hollerin' nigga' pay me

Niggas locked up tryna' spray me

I got it once so I'm shaking

Seems like I'm all out of blessings

I don't know if God tryna' test me

Tryna' help a nigga' and he left me

Tell you the truth, I'm stressed

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