I’m Stressin’

[Intro: Juicy J & Lord Infamous]
People ask me all the time, man (Scarecrow dont 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?

[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 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)

[Verse]
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

[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 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)

[Outro: Lord Infamous]
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)