I’m Stressin’ lyrics

[Intro: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
People ask me all the time, man (Scarecrow dont give a f*ck)
"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' f*cked up right before a show)
Sometime, n*ggas get high when they goin' through sh*t (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 sh*t, backwoods, whatever, my n*gga (Yeah)
Hitkidd, what it do, man?

[Chorus: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
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 c*cked 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 c*cked for protection (Got it)
Sometimes, that be the answer to these questions (Smoke a junt, smoke a junt)

[Verse]
Can I trust a n*gga? (Hell nah)
Can I trust a b*tch? (Hell nah)
Will I bust a n*gga? (Mm-hmm)
Will I bust a b*tch? (Mm-hmm)
I'm so paranoid (n*gga)
I got hella toys (I got 'em)
Go to war with n*ggas (Let's go)
I don't smoke with boys (f*ck with these n*ggas), uh-uh
People be out to get you, out to catch you slippin' (Can't trust 'em)
n*gga, 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 n*ggas 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' sh*t, couple headed monsters in my bedroom
'Bout to hit this weed one more time 'cause my nerves gone
People be f*ckin' up my vibes, that sh*t personal
[Chorus: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
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 c*cked 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 c*cked for protection
Sometimes, that be the answer to these questions (Smoke a junt, smoke a junt)

[Outro: Lord Infamous]
Back gettin' f*cked up right before a show
Ridin' out of town smoked an ounce in back of the limo'
Thought this sh*t is over, mane, I think I smoked a thousand blunts
Still, I end up yellin' to my n*gga, Black, "Smoke a junt, smoke a junt"
Back gettin' f*cked up right before a show
Ridin' out of town smoked an ounce in back of the limo'
Thought this sh*t is over, mane, I think I smoked a thousand blunts
Still, I end up yellin' to my n*gga, Black, "Smoke a junt, smoke a junt"
(Smoke a junt)