The Stress Factor Andre Nickatina

(Intro)
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm trying not to lose my head

(Verse 1)
Sometimes I sit alone
And look deep into my soul
And I starin' down at something
That's very out of control
Tolerence at zero
Emotions dead and gone
If indo was a pebble
Man, consider me stoned
Patience low, I'm ret to go
I gots to get ahead
Motherfuck these hoes and them po-pos
I gots to get my bread
The streets ain't nothing nice
They crooked like the itus
And everybodies dippin seein
Who can get the highest
But check this out
Man, without a doubt
Ain't about who's comin fresher
It's about that cash
Man protect that ass
Don't panic under pressure
Mind snappin like a whip
Or better an aligator
Temper going up and down
Like a fucking elevator
Bitch I want it now
Don't give me no delays
My hustle got me trippin
Listen for my Ike turner ways
Man, this life is real
No time to be an actor
And all players that know
Man, let me know
Is this a Stress Factor