Stressed on Silver-Hill Rd Lyrics

She never cared

How I want me a mill'

She love designer

And her favorite's Chanel

I'm working hard just to pay off the bills

U scrape Three-Fifty but ain't had

Enough to go and get you a meal

You pass emotion you don't know what to feel

You ain't talk to your people nigga what is the deal

You wanted more

Then you got what you asked

Turns out u couldn't

Swallow the pill

Your mother called said Jay come home

You been needing to chill

But you still wanna prove that you is a man cant lie guess it cost when you wan to be real

Working hard tryna make me a name

Got hopes of clinging to fame

You know Jay just wasn't the same after he loss Izzy, but the nigga didn't complain

He got out there and stop playing these games

Two AM in the Stu' working hard felt like there wasn't a change

I remember telling Shorty I do think this rap shit is really my thing

Like how wrong I was

Yea

Praying for change

Like I needed a dollar I had women who I thought were going to be down for the ride

She jump ship

She was changing her sides

I'll advised

I thought love still exist

Well it must come in limited size

Navigating through it all

Didn't fall

Just kept going and I gave it my all

I reached out but they ain't giving a fuck

Many these niggas don't wanna see me ever go ball

Nobody's ever even hitting me up

I guess LeBron ain't the only nigga that's never getting a call

I'm stressed out when this shit falls down then you know that it's really going to fall

I take the good with the bad

Man I'm taking it all

But I been feeling way worse

It just becomes much harder to say

I fucked up when I kept tryna save the day, like