Stressed (with J. Cole & T-Shyne) - Young Thug

Avoir un coup de foudre Tout est important Mais, vouloir c'est pouvoir Après la pluie le beau temps Il ne faut rien laisser au hasard Guess we're on the edge Tryna figure out what's really on your mind Don't take it for granted You believed that I would never leave your side Oh, 전부 믿을 수 없어 네 마음 모두 다 가져갔던 날 Oh, 영원한 건 없단 말 이제야 난 깨닫게 된 걸까? (Ooh) up all night, up all night 밤새 뜬 눈으로 지새 난 You and me, where we're gonna be at? I don't know, I I don't know, 내가 왜 이러는지? I don't care, 상관없어 이제 와 I don't know, 내가 왜 이러는지? I don't know, I don't care Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Na, na, na, na Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Na, na, na, na Yes, we're on the edge It's true that I've been caught up in my mind (ah-ah) Okay, I took it for granted But I can't lose you this time, I've changed me, now (I, I, I) If I have fear, 서로의 이념이 서로의 비열 Uh, 이젠 상처를 지혈, 우리에겐 이건 가벼운 미열 I don't know, I don't know, I don't know how, 몰라, 우리 다 I don't care, I don't care, I don't care, 다, just think about 우리만 (Ooh) up all night, up all night 밤새 뜬 눈으로 지새 난 You and me, where we're gonna be at? I don't know, I I don't know, 내가 왜 이러는지? I don't care, 상관없어 이제 와 I don't know, 내가 왜 이러는지? I don't know, I don't care Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Na, na, na, na Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh Na, na, na, na

I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Ayy, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, my niggas riding my city understand us See a hundred bandits, each put a hundred bands up They can't call us bandits no more Same hood, same corner store But them same old hoes ain't wearing panties no more I'm on my night job, slim waist with them fat thighs Never been baptized, but she soak me all in her holy water I'm one of five, she the only daughter She ain't used to sharing, I ain't used to caring Let's play truth or dare 'Cause lately my lifestyle's like dynamite I'ma go lights out, Black Dynamite Smoke one, that I might I'm on my night job, always knew how to play these cards of mine Fuck rap, we seen harder times Jump back like Vinny Carter prime I'm on mine I won't let it out until you let me know if you love it Aye, baby, I'ma take it low I'm on my night job, y'all niggas jivin', I'm back up in position Earnhardt, I'ma catch some nigga slippin' Burn hard on a track and get to whippin' I'm on my night job, why is it always blacks that get detention? For my nigga with the pass to get the flip in Boy that trap is a accurate description I'm on my night job, finally got Bassy off the corner '010 niggas thought he was a gonner He ducked shots, now it's "Bas, we gotta phone her" I'm on my night job, flew the posse out to Rome and Won't tell you 'bout no Basquiats don't want 'em Nigga word to Selassie, I'm zonin' I'm on my night job Got old niggas tryna bite 'cause they can't capture The feeling from days 'fore the game passed 'em Niggas out here lookin' like a bunch of Dame Dash's Nicorette, that's patchwork That ain't better than your last work Cigarette, let the ash burn Omen said don't worry 'bout the last word I'ma hit the gas swerve on 'em, skrrr Too high to riot, that's my best excuse for being lazy Being an artist, that's the best excuse for being crazy I've been so infatuated, went to Clark and graduated Now she on my FaceTime and, my nigga, she just masturbated Fuck a album release party, I'm out in the streets, shawty How many rappers I killed? Counted at least 40 Nah, I ain't God, but shawty down on her knees for me I'm horny like that Coltrane album A Love Supreme, that's Cole fav' album Lately, I've been dancing like a Soul Train album Lately, silly making songs talkin' 'bout how they hate me They've been loving me this whole time My only adversary was my own mind Killed my ego now I'm snappin' like it's '09 With a gold mine of inspiration for y'all Fuck your co-sign, that nigga can't fuck with Cole neither Don't ask for a feature, we bring a whole liter of ether to eat ya We gotta heat for niggas, keep reachin' If these bullets was heat-seeking they wouldn't even reach you niggas I'm on my

I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey Hey It took me all day to find some inspiration It just hit me like a ton of bricks, no renovation Problem with the game now, there ain't no innovation I see my shit all in your shit, we call that imitation And they say that's flattering, but I ain't flattered at all Matter fact y'all need to practice that more See my man Nate asked me if I gained weight I said, "Nah, my pockets got fatter, that's all" Money was an issue, but now that that's solved I ball, I ball, like Kobe in the fall Put trophies on wall, rather trophies on my mantle Dog my shows be off the handle, take the proceeds go to gamble Ha! Bet it on black and pray, I quadruple my salary If I win, maybe then I could pay Sallie Mae Told her I be dealin' with some real-life shit She be askin' when?, bitch! When I feel like it Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Uh, turn up the 808's for me Back when I was starvin' no one made a plate for me Now I do it big and that's my day-to-day story I got the type of shit that make a hater say sorry Bitch, I made this in the crib, watchin' Belly Eatin' peanut butter jelly, what the fuck the niggas tell me They say I'm takin' long, I tell 'em patience is a virtue I'm goin' all out and bitch I never had a curfew See, when you're spittin' so real Suddenly these phony niggas lose they appeal Got 'em feelin' like my niggas when they lose, they appeal Then it's back to the cell, back to the hell At times, I watch the news and see they talkin' 'bout diplomacy And they ain't got a clue my niggas ain't got they diplomas, see Rappers show me love, I wonder what it could be I think they scared of me, and they should be Cole World, Cole life, cold-blooded I be on my shit, and look at, all the hoes love it Got a hundred fifty bitches in the club starin' at me How that feel? Very happy! Hey, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here I got, I got what you need right here, right here, hey Okay, we outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here We outta here I think it's safe to say we outta here I think it's gonna be a hell of a night, hmm A hell of a night So we could do whatever you like, hey

Okay I lied Motherfucker try Say I can't come to the hood, true lie See I would but I'm out in Dubai When I get back I'mma roll through that Snatch yo bitch give yo niggas dap The hood gon' ballistic, Cole was here and you missed it That nigga walk like Obama man Shake yo momma's hand and kissed it This pimp shit, pimp shit Cole hard, you limp dick My flow hard no wimp shit Put in that work no temp shit Yo bitch wearin' that lipstick Gave this dick a french kiss That nigga so wack when the bitch came back Kissed her hoping that it get him sick, ha Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Ville made it to the map and shit Niggas move cane like Kappa shit Ain't that some shit Came for no Benz and Range and my mattresses Fuckin' these bad little actresses I'm bad as shit I got that work Say what? My flow Say what? My bitches Say what? You Cole Say what? I said Say what? Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Say what? Ain't that some shit well paid for this rap And shit Say what? Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Say what? Ain't that some shit bitch Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce (bounce) Bounce (bounce) Bounce (bounce) Flow, flow, flow, flow Flow tight put a nigga in a headlock Fuck hoes out of wedlock Nigga bed rock Red hot, so they got red dots Pullin' that trigger nigga better be a head shot Money long like dread locks shit If you send shots then you bet not miss For a couple G's, send a couple G's Fuck copping pleas, Matlock shit (testify) I gotta testify Came through humble so it's best if I Explain the noise shit, rockin' jewels shit Got the full clip, cock and pull Stop the bullshit watch the flow How you gon' stop the unstoppable Keep bitches on they toes no Dr. Scholls It's the Roc bitch, rock and roll I got that work Say what? My flow Say what? My bitches Say what? You Cole Say what? I said Say what? Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Say what? Ain't that some shit well paid for this rap And shit Say what? Ain't that some shit Well paid for this rap and shit Say what? Ain't that some shit bitch Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce (bounce) Bounce (bounce) Bounce (bounce) Bounce

Yeah, what's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed (yeah), most likely twist my weed (yeah) Most likely to get money doin' somethin' I believe Most likely put the city on my back it ain't heavy (ain't heavy) Most likely got the people goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (in the Mercury) Push the 300 (push 300) like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin', if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) Yeah-yeah, set up the future for my heirs, this shit ain't cheap Know it's a dirty, dirty game, but bitch, on me, you better not cheat Shawty a deep, shawty a freak, whatever I want, gold on my feet Down to my last, I was fucked up, I was down bad like cornrow Meek See, hoochies pop coochies for Gucci And models will swallow for Prada But bitch, I don't even want that shit If I feel like I buy you, you, you, you, you, that, that and this, I'm lit What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) What up kinfolk? What up twin? What the hell they say happened to 10? Man, I heard he got locked up again I been meanin' to talk to him And say the streets don't play no games So pray for safety All he gon' say is, "Okay-okay" But he steady bangin' like the 808s Say your boy is breakin' the bank I should hire my boy on a day-to-day That's the way he could stay out the way Sanitation, we stay out the wastes Sunset, he wanna stay at the one Get a woman, run away to L.A. where the devils waiting And the hoochies pop pussy for Pucci And robbers be robbin' the robbers I see the evil is in disguise, all of my idols already died I took a flight and I took a drive Made a left, hit the light and this lil' guy said- What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Boy, you look thirsty (need some water?) Shit, a nigga been workin' Shit, a nigga been hustlin' Shit, a nigga been hurtin' Shit, a nigga been strokin', bitches been squirtin' My flow pullin' out, the opposite of early Nigga been wipin' up dookie and burpin' I was with the toolie right on my person I be on Southside swervin', goin' like a fly route (that's my baby) Moms on the grind, goin' hard, look at my child Pop set the bar with the Yak in the gar' When my new shit drop, you can all quit your jobs now Fuckin' on the thot, and she give the best top, wow Backshot, pound, dog her out like a Chow Chow Waterworld, hustle 'til the whole world drownin' And her grandmama got found at the water fountain Ridin' 'round with the 5% tint on the Crown Vic G's move in silence Rather make moves than announcements See a opportunity and pounce it You at the red light surrounded Better go 'head with the clout shit You gon' regret when you doubted You know you left when we was down bad, sleepin' on couches Ha, should've fucked around and found out What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break) Most likely to succeed (yeah-yeah), most likely twist my weed (yeah-yeah) Most likely to get money (yeah-yeah), doin' somethin' I believe (yeah-yeah) Most likely put the city (yeah-yeah) on my back it ain't heavy (yeah-yeah) Most likely got the people (yeah-yeah), goin' crazy overseas I been in the Taurus (I been in the Taurus) I been in the Jeep (I been in the Jeep) I been in the Crown Vic and the Mercury (in the Mercury) Push the 300 (push 300) like a Bentley (like a Bentley) Niggas ain't nothin', if they ain't with me (if they ain't with me) Yeah, me, I been layin' low Peepin' this shit from a distance and checkin' this chicken, no GMOs These niggas look rich but they broke, got me playin' poor Please don't get it fucked up from this homeless aesthetic Whole lot of homes And I ain't even put up the tour but it sold out already I'm General Tso how a nigga is breaded I'm gettin' it now and shit is pathetic They only respect when you talkin' your shit I ain't really that nigga to toot his own horn But today, look, I'm honkin' this bitch No more Off-Season, it's capital B on my car season If I happen to be in the mall and you catch yourself lookin' at me Then you're stargazin' Don't be dappin' with me if your heart shakin' Two-faced niggas get the business, I went from rags to riches There's too many bags, I can't do the math, bitch, I need a statistician I think I might enter the draft, boy, I got a ratchet, ask the Pistons Y'all niggas Planet Fitness, I don't panic, no-no Kyrie under pressure, my handles are cold They can't fuck with me and I stand on that quote That's never gon' change like Santa Claus clothes I know a young man wanna stand on my throat But I never hate, I'm a fan of lil' bro But bro got a long way to go If he think that he ever gon' catch up with Cole What's up man? (What's up man?) What's up gang? (What's up gang?) We gettin' this money (we gettin' this money) I'm fuckin' this fame (man, fuck this fame) I'm trappin' this water (I'm trappin' this water) Makin' shit shake (makin' shit shake) Give me a dollar (give me a dollar) Give me a break (bitch, give me a break)