Ace Hood - Stressin' [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

[Intro: Plies]
Nigga, I'm stressin' badder than a bitch right now cuz...
A nigga almost got married to da liquor boy
Nigga so fucked up out here, cuz
I'm stressin' badder than a bitch my nigga...

[Hook 2X: Plies]
Done fucked around got a ho pregnant
My lawyer hollerin "Nigga pay me"
Niggas locked up tryna spray me
I got a warrant so I'm shakin'
Seems like I'm all out of blessings
I don't know if God tryin' test me
Tried to help a nigga and he waste me
To tell you the truth, I'm stressin'

[Ace Hood]
Chea, my rent due and I'm stressin'
Landlord just called with a message
Say I gotta be out by da 7th
Man I'm sick and tired of this mess
It's like God is takin' my blessings
Bad luck is all in my presents
Fuck round and I gotta chick pregnant
What the hell I'mma do with dat baby?
How da hell I'm gone tell my lady?
I'm drunk as hell in my zone
I gotta fifth of hen and it's gone
I'm fucked up and I'm stressin'
I can't seem to ease that pressure
Fuck nigga's can't make it no better
These crackers tryna take my life
Niggas mad and hate what I'm makin'
Heard the feds is out with my face
Now I'm scared as hell and I'm shakin
I can't go to jail I'm on papers
Now them nigga's done start with that hatin
I'm tryna help dem nigga's see paper
But they done fucked around with the fed
Now I'm stressed and pullin' my dreads
Them fuck niggas deserve to be dead

[Hook]

[Ace Hood]
Chea, I can't win for losin' I'm stressin'
I dropped a quarch of my flesh
Man I'm tired as God is my witness
Tryna smile but pain is my vision
Man I'm tired of lyin' to my folk
Fuck round and I'm servin' that coke
Baby mama tryna take me to court
Tryna holla bout child support
Fuck round n I got me on paper
Now I'm mad as hell I can't take it
I drop n pray to my maker
Dear Lord if hear my prayer
I'm stressed and I can't go on
It's like I'm all out of blessings Lord
I'm alone and nobody to call
I got bills but the money can't solve
Mama cryin' but her tears just fall
(Ahhh, I'm stressin)
Big cats what I'm gone do now
These crackers wanna take my ride
They wanna take me away fo' life
See my body can't take no mo'
It's like a young nigga life so wrong
No pain my feelings gone

[Hook]

[Ace Hood]
Chea, and I do it fo my niggas in jail
Doin' time and they tryna make bail
I hold it down fo them nigga's don't tell
Let 'em know they gone see that appeal
Let 'em know it's da real nigga watchin'
And neva mind I grindin' they stoppin'
So middle finger to them fuckin' feds
They gave my dawg 25 in da pen
All my snitch niggas say he did it
With no lawyers the judge don't bend
CusSupa Jock I love you homie
So I put that shit on my kin
And up on my unborn kin
So we once you a nigga that's gone
Is locked up with a struggle at home
Put'cha hands up in da sky
Let 'em know that he ain't at alone
The real nigga's hold it down at home
The real nigga's gone hold dey own
Yep yep, hold they own

[Hook]