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