"Stressed Out... (Lil Blood Solo)" lyrics
[Lil Blood:]
Stressed out
Lights out
Tweaked out
Lights out
You are now tuned in to Heroin Music, volume 1
Get yo fix
Yeah
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?
It's Fresh and Blood
Yeah
You are now tuned into Heroin Music, volume 1
Get your fix
Yeah
Stressed out
Lights out
Tweaked out
Lights out
You are now tuned in to Heroin Music, volume 1
Get yo fix
Yeah
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?
It's Fresh and Blood
Yeah
You are now tuned into Heroin Music, volume 1
Get your fix
Yeah
