Juicy J - I'm Stressin' lyrics

[Juicy J - I'm Stressin' lyrics]

People ask me all the time, man
(Scarecrow don't give a fuck)
"Why you be so high?"
(Gotta let the nature blaze
Triple 6 Mafia fire the bud up
While we on the stage)
Ayy, ain't gon' lie, man
(Loungin' in the back
Gettin' fucked up right before a show)
Sometime, niggas get high when
They goin' through shit
(Ridin' out of town smoked an ounce
In back of the limo')
When the mental health ain't right, mane
You know what I'm sayin'? You got
Right, you bought a thousand blunts
(Smoked a thousand blunts)
Smoke that shit, backwoods, whatever
My nigga (yeah)
Hitkidd, what it do, man?

I'm stressin' (I'm stressin')
I'm stressin' (I'm stressin')
Smoke my weed, count my blessings
(Smoke a junt, smoke a junt)
Keep my Glock cocked for protection
(Got it, uh) sometimes, that be the answer
To these questions
(Smoke a junt, smoke a junt, Nina)
I'm stressin' (yeah, I'm stressin')
I'm stressin' (I stay stressin')
Smoke my weed, count my blessings
(Smoke a junt, smoke a junt)
Keep my Glock cocked for protection (Got it)
Sometimes, that be the answer
To these questions
(Smoke a junt, smoke a junt)

Can I trust a nigga? (Hell nah)
Can I trust a bitch? (Hell nah)
Will I bust a nigga? (Mm hmm)
Will I bust a bitch? (Mm hmm)
I'm so paranoid (Nigga)
I got hella toys (I got 'em)
Go to war with niggas (Let's go)
I don't smoke with boys
(Fuck with these niggas) , uh uh
People be out to get you
Out to catch you slippin' (Can't trust 'em)
Nigga, I'm from North Memphis
All we do is killin' (Pop-pop-pop-pop)
Keep my F&N and my weed rolled
Keep my family fed (Uh, huh)
Baby need school clothes (Yep)
Always checkin' in, what time these niggas on
Ayy, get in the way of my
Money'll get your head blown
I'm on demon time
(Demon time) , I can't trust a soul (Nope)
Repent my sins, God wipe my runny nose
Hippy-flippy, LSD
Got my mind in a trippy zone seein' shit
Couple headed monsters in my bedroom
'Bout to hit this weed one more
Time 'cause my nerves gone
People be fuckin' up my vibes
That shit personal

I'm stressin' (Uh, huh)
I'm stressin' (I'm stressin')
Smoke my weed, count my blessings
(Smoke a junt, smoke a junt)
Keep my Glock cocked for protection (Got it)
Sometimes, that be the answer
To these questions
(Smoke a junt, smoke a junt)
I'm stressin' (I'm stressin')
I'm stressin' (I'm stressin')
Smoke my weed, count my blessings
(Smoke a junt, smoke a junt, I got you, man)
Keep my Glock cocked for protection
Sometimes, that be the answer
To these questions
(Smoke a junt, smoke a junt)

Back gettin' fucked up right before a show
Ridin' out of town smoked an ounce
In back of the limo'
Thought this shit is over, mane
I think I smoked a thousand blunts
Still, I end up yellin' to my
Nigga, Black, "Smoke a junt, smoke a junt"
Back gettin' fucked up right before a show
Ridin' out of town smoked an ounce
In back of the limo'
Thought this shit is over, mane
I think I smoked a thousand blunts
Still, I end up yellin' to my
Nigga, Black, "Smoke a junt, smoke a junt"
(Smoke a junt)

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