Stress'n Me Out
[Intro:]
Aye yo
Blac Haze representin
Before I even start, I'm a fire one up (Ch-ch-ch)
Fire one up for my nigg*s [inhales]
That's for my real motherf*ckin nigg*s, know I'm sayin?
I got so many playa hatin ass nigg*s, talkin sh*t behind my back
This just, this track is called stressed out
Cause that's what the f*ck I am
I'm stressed the f*ck out
Check me on this sh*t, my nigg*
[Verse 1:]
I wonder why they f*ckin with' ME?
I can't call it as a true
Momma done raised an alcoholic
I co*ck my nine, prayin that a nigg* don't provoke me
f*ck the police, cause I know they all hope we die
Just a young nigg*, caught up in that fast lane
I speed-ball, yes y'all, it's a fast game
But still wonderin why them nigg*s wantin ME?
Game official, never leave home without my pistol
Playa haters criticize, and no surprise
Trick bitches wanna f*ck me, so they tellin lies
Tryin'a set me up, get me wetted
Keep f*ckin with them scandelous hoes, you gon' regret it
Drama said bet it, and see I floss with nigg*s that straight chase
You'll be trippin when them nigg*s put them guns in yo face
Y'all fools don't want it, the bullsh*t, I don't need it
I'm smoked out, I stay weeded, my heater stay heated
They stressin me out, I'm trippin, why they actin wild?
I'm outta weed, so now I'm puffin Black n' Mild
Hennessey got me spooked, them nigg*s plottin
I'm screamin "wait a minute! ", but them nigg*s ain't stoppin
Take me out the game, bullet wounds hit'cha frame
I can feel attention when them nigg*s say my names
If I gotta go, let me ride
You can never feel the pain inside
Nowhere to hide
[Intermission:]
What's my problem?
What's my motherf*ckin problem?
Okay, I'm a tell ya my motherf*ckin problem
Aight, how many f*ck nigg*s
Got my f*ckin name in they grille?
Stop talkin about me, nigg*!
Stop playa hatin against me, nigg*!
Ya know I'm sayin? Get'cha own sh*t!
nigg*, f*ck me!?
No nigg*, f*ck you!
Busta ass nigg*s...
[Verse 2:]
Them nigg*s full of demons, I hear 'em screamin
Is my mind playin tricks? What's the motherf*ckin meaning?
I co*ck my nine, I'm a burn on yo crew
My baby-mama, sh*t, she done turned on me too
I'm hearin rumors, I heard you're f*ckin my man
Can't understand why she left me stuck in the sand
In '92, I lost my old G
I'm reminiscin' on the lessons, that she told me
Sometimes I feel, I'm about to kick the bucket
If them nigg*s ain't feelin me, f*ck it
I'm givin testimonies, nigg* wanna sear my fate
I'm squeezin all fifteen, split'cha spleen
nigg* tell me, why I have to be like that?
Aye yo Dave, them nigg*s can't see my trap
When I pull my sh*t, them fools die pronto
nigg* I ain't trippin, roll up and fire a toe
If it's the end, I'm a die on a high-note
f*ck savin money, cause most nigg*s die broke
Bitch made nigg*s, eat a dick, for the stress you caused
Show ya how a real motherf*cka floss, real nigg*s talk
[Intermission:]
I bet'chu wonder why I'm trippin
I bet'chu motherf*ckin wonderin
Why the f*ck I'm trippin
I'm a tell you why I'm trippin, ya know I'm sayin?
I'm a tell you what the f*ck
Every time I turn around
Y'all nigg*s in my ear on some gay sh*t, on some f*ck sh*t
Criticizing me, why the f*ck you criticizing me, playa?
Ya know I'm sayin, get'cha own sh*t my nigg*!
For real though, on the motherf*ckin real though
I'm puttin down, represent EKG world-wide
Ya know I'm sayin, I be smoked out
Cause I'm stressed out
Ya know I'm sayin, I be gettin high
Ya know I'm sayin, just to get by
nigg*s don't understand what it's all about, my nigg*
I'm puttin it down to fullest man, I ain't even do perfect!
But these nigg*s around me, they trippin
Causin me to just go off on some other sh*t
I stay on some other sh*t, I put it down like this
I'm a real nigg*, I'm real with this sh*t
But right now, I'm a fire this joint back up
(ch-ch-ch-ch, [inhale] ahhhhh)
And I'm a... get high
Ya know I'm sayin... and do my thang
And let y'all nigg*s... do y'all thang
Cause I ain't trippin
Hahaha... ahhahaha... I ain't trippin nigg*!
I ain't even motherf*ckin trippin!
nigg* what?
I'm just chillin nigg*
Estresse e Eu
[Intro:]
E aí, mano
Blac Haze na área
Antes de começar, vou acender um baseado (Ch-ch-ch)
Acendo um pra minha rapaziada [inhala]
Isso é pros meus verdadeiros parças, tá ligado?
Tem tanta gente invejosa, falando pelas costas
Essa faixa se chama estressado
Porque é isso que eu sou
Tô estressado pra caramba
Presta atenção nessa parada, meu irmão
[Verso 1:]
Me pergunto por que tão pegando no meu pé?
Não consigo entender, é verdade
Minha mãe criou um alcoólatra
Eu pego minha 9mm, torcendo pra não me provocarem
Dane-se a polícia, porque eu sei que eles torcem pra gente morrer
Só um moleque, preso na velocidade
Eu tô na adrenalina, sim, é um jogo rápido
Mas ainda me pergunto por que esses caras tão em cima de mim?
Jogo sério, nunca saio de casa sem minha pistola
Os invejosos criticam, e não é surpresa
As vadias querem me pegar, então ficam inventando mentiras
Tentando me armar, me deixar na pior
Se continuar com essas vagabundas, você vai se arrepender
Drama disse pra apostar, e veja, eu ando com quem não tem medo
Você vai pirar quando eles colocarem a arma na sua cara
Vocês não querem isso, eu não preciso de besteira
Tô chapado, sempre fumando, minha arma tá sempre quente
Eles tão me estressando, tô pirando, por que tão agindo assim?
Tô sem maconha, então agora tô fumando Black n' Mild
Hennessey me deixou nervoso, eles tão tramando
Tô gritando
