Jay2Alias - Stressed on Silver-Hill Rd

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

Written by:
Jaden Keels

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