| 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 |