Stressed Out - J. Stalin, Lil Blood Solo

Stressed out

Lights out

Tweaked out

Lights out

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I’m gettin money homie

But see you haters, so fly, my shoes is strawberry gators

Eyes on me, it should be on this paper

I’m thinking Maserati, while your mind’s on a scraper

Military mind over matter, that’s what I’m aiming for

I’m tryna get the street life, but I’m still selling coke

Caught up in the rapture, mothafuck a pastor

My pops was a deadbeat, so mama raised a bastard

Started sniffing lines just to ease the pain

Coulda swore I was a avenue, receiving the drain

15 moving mean, yeah, I thought I was grown

Wanted to be a soul stripper, so I copped me a chrome

My granny used to tell me «slow down, you moving too fast»

But I ain’t listen, I was coked up, ducking the task

Now I’m stuck in a cell… with this pen and a pad

Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out?

23 and 1, no mats, with the lights out

Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out

Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out?

Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out?

23 and 1, no mats, with the lights out

Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out

Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out?

Look

Have you niggas ever been to West Oakland?

Where if you ain’t a pusher, then you must be a smoker

Where all the lil niggas bustin 40s and MAC-10s

Rocks in our mouth, with a choppa by the trash bin

Niggas sayin fuck they block and bang they squad

I’ma stay solid for life, and that’s on God, and that’s on God

I’a never change up, I don’t even cry, I done seen too much

I’a never turn snitch, you can give me my time

«Fuck you, pay me», that’s my reply

Watching out for fake bitches cause you hoes ain; 't made right

Ain’t in it for the nigga, all she want is the limelight

I’m tryna sit back, and bl-blow when the time’s right

Me and Charlie Monk looking fly as ever

Belinda, keep your head up, it’s gon get better

Just have faith in God, and I know he’ll bless ya

Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out?

23 and 1, no mat, with the lights out

Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out

Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out?

Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out?

23 and 1, no mats, with the lights out

Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out

Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out?

Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out?

23 and 1, no mat, with the lights out

Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out

Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out?

Have you niggas every been somewhere stressed out?

23 and 1, no mats, with the lights out

Or coming home and see your mama all tweaked out

Saying she don’t smoke, then why the fuck is the lights out?

Feel me?

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