Artist: Black Lotus Album: Lotus Notes: 1997-1999 Song: Stress Ya Got (Whole Lot) Typed by: Cno Evil [Long Axe] Giving you parts of me, but most people don't see Don't eat, don't sleep, I reach up in the beats Most people don't speak, giving me jestures And they be acting like niggas don't mess up I know you better than ya daddy know ya momma Came from your own home and dysindicated drama Now it's baby mommas, gassed by they mommas Bout 40, watching soaps, so she like mad dramas All you wanna do is just provide for ya younging Go outside wit ya younging, take a ride wit ya younging But while you ain't around, she be telling them she hate you Breaking into tears, I won't let ya daddy take you Trying to replace you, brought a new dude around In and out of the house, kicked him out, cuz he screwed around Hanging up the phone, won't let us talk A father's suppose to bond wit his son, it's yo fault [Dragonfly] I got the same damn momma, with the same damn genes Got the same damn drama, but the names might change Got me, punching through walls, flipping over cars Just trying to get a minute, with my daughter's getting hard See, I bought her things and she didn't even get it Momma in my face, expecting me to hit it Ease back, I don't need that Don't want a part two wit you, told you I'm through wit you Trying to get me caught up, you gotta know I can see right through, all the bullshit you bringing up You ride around late not knowing when to pick her up Then laughed and hugged, reminiscing now we catching up Creating a bond, get rich, can't be broke And yet she thought you had game, but see you only played the token Remember all the stress in me, phone calls pressing me Made it official, my baby's standing next to me Be in love, and living comfortably [Chorus 2X: Long Axe, Dragonfly] How much time you spent? A whole lot, lot How much love you got? A whole lot, lot How much stress she bring? A whole lot, lot And is it worth it, man? I know not, not [Long Axe] I know mad brothers in war wit baby mothers Some threw the towel in, others still doubting You made a child in hopes to be a fam But now understand, love don't come, man It's suppose to work, but shoot, she's wilding And child support, I already spent a thousand I got 'em shoes, formula and toys Took 'em to my mother house, should of seen the joy Girl, that's my boy and we rode together I bought him Nike Air's, Timbo's for cold weather And what's your malfunction, trying to get back at me Messing wit his mind, our time, just let it be He see the arguing and can't comprehend Do it for our child, don't listen to you friends They just hating, they wanna see a nigga aching [Chorus 3X]