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2 whyz - stress lyrics

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ain’t no love for us when we were growing up
so what makes you think we really give a f-ck
stand in front of the 7/11 twisteng up, trees
talking to our g’s yeah we had it rough
please poppa can you see that we had enough
geeze; i’m just tryna breath but its getting tough
we’s gonna have to freeze ’till we get our stuff
we in survival mode plus we ducking cuffs
death only comes in threes so whos next in line
guess well go and grab a clip when its repping time
from a broke hood, you overstep your shine
so if i’m ever feeling hungry then that chain is mine
matter fact, i think i’m feeling hungry right now !
plus my power’s overdue, so its lights out
so that chains off, or it gets loud
‘cuz we married to this life throw the rice out
most these rappers like to act like they live the life
when i was sleeping on a mat couldn’t get it right
but the father had my back when its time to strike
put the city on the map, ill do that tonight
when your brothers in the news, it ain’t hard to yell
when your boys ain’t your trues, it ain’t hard to tell
so i’m sipping on some brews, till my breath it smell
guess i’m tryna k!ll these blues, like i’m gargamel
my best friend predicted death on the week he fell
this ain’t a life, this is more or less a living h-ll
but i ain’t throwing in a towel better ring the bell
brought up on a ave where success is hard to spell
get it? ‘cuz my word you won’t forget it
if hip hop was dying today, then i’m the medic
there’s no pop in my dna or my genetics
ill make sure my name in this game is not pathetic
this pain was only sparking the flame so im’a let it
the energy that i hold within is called kinetic
hurt my inner self with a love that was synthetic
you natives are tryna sweeten me up, i’m diabetic
the pain relinquished, the mic i dominate it
ducking the weak shots & dodging the common hatred
inspired by the doctrine of brothas that never made it
the women that hurt the man witta heart of a dominatrix
the man the hurt the woman, the woman that hurt the child
the man that left the woman that memory make him wild
so i’m loading cannons and daddy ill make you proud
but daddy you’re just a drunk a shadow that’s not around
i’m screaming out for help and i wonder if you can hear me
no fear up in my body i dance to my death cheerfully
parents who weren’t here for me
so there ain’t no purity, left in my soul, only this role can give security
that means that i love the mic, homies know i love to fight
i ain’t stopping like i’m evading pigs on a motorbike
that means i’m pr-ne to strike, i’m coming home tonight
im’ the real mccoy & you mothaf-ckas a prototype
and if you own the mic, then im the robbery
cuz my -ss is hungry & somebody just hit the lottery
sleeping on mat and the memory never bothered me
only made a stronger g, now its time for the slaughtering
i hope ya know that this native ain’t replicative
he daily training his game on becoming one of the greatest !
and uh i’m tryna make it for 4 all the women i dated &
all the fakers that hated, or people who could relate it
this the..
revolution of my, evolution of mind
find peace in myself & gotta stop boosting the crime
but i’m hungry inside, plus my brotha just died
f-ck it then i’m a menace, get a 40 to ride

- 2 whyz lyrics

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