S.T.R.E.S.S. (Ft. Nickelus F)

Yeah, Ren, M. O. F, Haha
It's Drake man, it's Drake man. Yeah
Ayo Ren this that gritty shit here man
I'ma have to tell them
about I been through on this know what I mean
HO! Southern Smoke!

Very few give you that truth
it's either they can't do it with lyrics
Or can't do it in spirit, they cancel what they doin'
The samples that they usin', can't get through the clearin'
I'll handle it since they just can't get you to hear it
My father's early careerin' forced my parents to split up
My mother was a teacher, my father was kind of fed up
With just being a florist, so the choir sang his chorus
And he got back into doin' what he was doing before us
Because money is an issue, your son, he gon' miss you
And plus you got a wife at home cause mommy still exist too
Now you lookin' for exes, you ain't never expect this
You end up doing time, and me, I end up with a step-sis
Nobody passing judgment, they question where the drugs went
You know I hold you down
because without you, I'd be a wasn't
And mommy I'mma support her, I keep it all in order
See her with tears in her eyes or you arrested at the border
But

I got stress on my shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure
but this world is makin' it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
IT'S STRESS MY NIGGA!
I'm just tryna live my life cuz
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife cuz BO! BO! BO! BO!
I'm just trying to live my life cuz
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife cuz BO! BO! BO! BO!

This is my life, and so the rest has kinda been cool
Question what I been through
I write a verse addressin' it
And yes I might offend you
Picture when I was in school
Me being the closest thing to black
And guess what rap music what I was into
Rest of the kids were sheltered
I never liked to fight
But when someone called me a "nigga"
I'd punch em I couldn't help it
Now I'm grown I can say what it is
It's parents that got these Black
and Filipino nannies raisin' they kids
And your daddy want it very right
I make you happy, plus I'm Jewish, he don't approve
I think he want you to marry white
He want Sinatra at the wedding, not Barry White
Cause black is black honey, even if he's very light
And so I never been for dinner at they places
Always brutally honest, and so I pin it to they faces
I live it so the case is, whether Drake is
Way ahead of his time, or inquisitive and racist

I got stress on my shoulders
Trying to keep my heart pure
but this world is makin' it colder
Young black man dodge your bullets trying to get older
And you wonder why we turn to drugs and chain smokers
IT'S STRESS MY N*!
I'm just tryna live my life cuz
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife cuz BO! BO! BO! BO!
I'm just trying to live my life cuz
Make a little money, find a bunny
To make my wife cuz BO! BO! BO! BO!

I hot as the rest?
should I strive for my spot as the best?
Like girls with Double D's, I got a lot on my chest
There's questions that need to be answered
that's not on the test
Instead of starin' at quizzes now it's models with breasts
And yes, when I'm dismissed after a tedious listen
I sit at home and say I should of been a pediatrician
Homie, I probably could've been on TV consistent
An artist like Pablo, maybe Petey's assistant
And my mindset is come and get me
I'm all alone at home with my mom
and grandma and ain't nobody runnin' with me
So, if you got the heart to come in here and kill a lady
Daughter, and her grandson, nigga get the handgun
If not, you gon make me call the burbs out in Richmond
That have you niggas laying out on the curb
they some hitmen
Last couple of months I done
probably been around the world and back
And I don't wanna question half the places Nick been