Don't push me cause i'm close to the edge    I'm trying not to lose my head    Sometimes I sit alone    And look deep into my soul    And I starrin' down at something    That's very out a control    Tolerence at zero    Emotions dead and gone    If indo was a pebble    Man consider me stoned    Patience low I rest to go    I got's to get ahead    Mothafuck these hoes    And them po-pos i gots to get my bread    The streets say nothing nice    They crooked like the idus    And everybody dippin seein    Who can get the highest    But check this out    Man, without a doubt    And about who's comin' fresher    And about that cab    And protect that ass    Don't panic under pressure    My stabbin' like a whip    Or better an alligator    Temper going up and down like a    Like a fucking elevator    Bitch I want it now    Don't give me no delay's    My hustle got me trippin    Liftin' from my turn away's    Man this life is real    No time to be an actor    And i'll play that no man    Let me know    It's just a stress factor       I want to grow old    Have a kid and a place to sleep    A down ass wife    And when I die i'll rest in peace    But man that's all a dream    This donja got me bleak    It got me feelin good    But I forgot what I did last week    Now look at my face    This shit ain't fake    The pain done turn to pressure    Every nigga that know man feel me tho    Don't cop down to a lessa    My mother woke me up    One day said "boy you gettin grown"    Your momma has 3 jobs    Your momma is gettin old    So I took it as a hint    When on my mission spree    Mind full of hatred    Got me fucka, time is hard you see    That monkeys on my back    And I can't get him off    So whatever I do    Mom it's just for you    No matter what the cost    I put that on my life    Everything I see is dark    Money is rare    But I don't care    Man stop that niggaz heart    He's comin like a big wheel    I'm comin like a tractor    Man take this hate    Run it's too late    Man it's the stress factor       Some think that I'm The Man    Some think my shit don't stink    But yes it do    I thought you knew    I'm not a coward or a fink    One side of my heart got love    The other side is hate    And boy that hate is stealin love    Right in it's fuckin face    Women ask me how i'm livin    I tell them day by day    With a donja joint    That lovely voice    Of Mr. Marvin gay    Man I gots to get away    That just might do some good    But every time i gets away    I miss the fuckin hood    My homie lost his job    He don't know how to react    So I do our thangs to help him out    Like took a little crack    But that shit's over rated    And it gets Complicated    But you would never know    From that cat flow    And the way the pictures painted    Motherfuckers whisper    And think I don't hear them    And wonder why i'm over high    And never will go near them    Much love to all my niggas    From workin' men to jackas    Cause no matter what you feel it's    Cause it's called the stress factor