I don't stress out, nigga Poke my chest out, nigga Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga Get it right or you get left out, nigga Look, playin' Pac in my cassette loud, nigga I remember feelin' like a stepchild, nigga I would hate to see my

Whoa, you stress me out, you kill me You drag me down, you fuck me up We're on the ground, we're screaming I don't know how to make it stop I love it, I hate it, and I can't take it I tell myself I'm done with wicked games But then I get so numb with all

Leonardo DiCaprio Break up with a text Bitch, I write a check Watch me with a chick Take off in a jet So I just never stress I don't know what's next, yeah I don't want my ex, no Girl, you know the rest (bye, bye hoe)

These niggas don't know the half Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress These niggas don't know the half (show time) Gettin' high for the low, shit was bad (Talk to 'em, rewind now) It's a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to

That pride is the hardest thing to swallow, you can't help it That pride shit a motherfucker, that pride shit be deadly I know you 'bout that stressin' 'cause your daughter 'bout to be seven Even though the streets don't love nobody we stay true to the

Our love is just a tiring game I never want a thing to change I’ll never give it up, I’ll never give it up Do-do-do-do-do-do want it, tell me baby? Do-do-do-do-do-do you need it? I have been stressed, working harder every day I don’t need rest but can

We all got a past now 'Cause baby I'm the best (yeah, yeah) I don't need you to be perfect (yeah) You just gotta leave it in the past now (yeah) So cancel out your ex (yeah, yeah) And let 'em know I'm next (yeah, yeah) And cancel out your stress (yeah,

And you know what to do to help Used to look at me and tell me, "Don't stress, love" Cut me off, tell me stay blessed, love Hey, stay blessed Note to self, stay true to self (True, true, true, true) Shorty, I could use the help (True, true, true, true)

We're coming home tonight So mama, don't stress your mind Mama, mama, mama, hey Hey, mama, don't stress your mind Hey, ma, we gonna be alright Dry those eyes We'll be back in the morning when the sun starts to rise Where should we run to? Don't wanna

I can't wait to blow on you I can't wait to blow You shitted on me I, I don't be stressin' these hoes I just pour liquor for niggas, that's it I do not fuck with you though And I can't wait to blow on you 2006, these niggas hated