| I don’t stress out, nigga
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| Poke my chest out, nigga
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| Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga
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| Get it right or you get left out, nigga
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| Playin' Pac in my cassette loud, nigga
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| I remember feelin' like a stepchild, nigga
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| I would hate to see my momma stressed out, nigga
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| Black Sam would tell me, «poke your chest out, nigga»
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| I could die today I’ve made the set proud, nigga
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| And I could fly away, but I respect vows, nigga
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| Used to always say I’d make the whole world feel this
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| Now I’m on the tour around the whole world, nigga
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| Paparazzi waitin' at my hotel, nigga
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| Smokin' while I’m drivin' that’s with no L’s, nigga
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| 20 bands a month just for your bills, nigga
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| Princess cut diamonds up in your grill, nigga
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| Now smile in every camera and show you’re a trill nigga
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| You feed 'em what you want cause that’s your kill, nigga
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| And through the darkest days I was like, «oh well, nigga»
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| Westside neighborhood against the whole world, nigga
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| I don’t stress out, nigga
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| Poke my chest out, nigga
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| Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga
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| Get it right or you get left out, nigga
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| I never fold under mental pressure
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| I get better, ain’t no code to y’all misconception
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| I’m just special, this an ode to my innersection
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| And God bless and save my soul from this imperfection
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| I can’t measure with a number, all these niggas restin'
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| But it’s a lot when you that young to witness life and death
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| You shellshocked, but ain’t no tears involved
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| Accept it all, that’s how the world revolve
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| Every 12 months you live another year you ball
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| Hindsight, it’s 20−20 that was really God
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| Cause lookin' back it' ain’t no reason why we ain’t get caught
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| Mission after mission, we was trippin'
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| Me and Baby Bolt Da Fatts in Lil Killa Dave’s kitchen
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| Police in the front, pistols in the court
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| When it hit the fan you get to find out who you are
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| Nervous as a bitch, was sweat drippin' down my palms
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| And think through it, thug, you got to stay calm
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| I don’t stress out, nigga
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| Poke my chest out, nigga
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| Weight on my shoulder, bring the best out, nigga
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| Get it right or you get left out, nigga
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| Playin' BIG in my cassette loud, nigga
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| I remember feelin' like the best out, nigga
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| They ain’t feel me then, but I’m a threat now, nigga
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| I’m the one that represent the West now, nigga
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| Almost didn’t make it cause the set foul, nigga
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| Shit’ll chip you quicker than the West now, nigga
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| Lock you up in cages, how it went down, nigga
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| Ship you out of town, you need to pen pal, nigga
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| Plenty times I’ve felt like this the end now, nigga
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| But I catch my 2nd wind around the 10th round, nigga
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| Only God knows to where it went down, nigga
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| But if you see us up that’s cause we been down, nigga
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| Stand up, we don’t never sit down, nigga
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| Man up, go and get a Benz now, nigga
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| Damn cuhz, look at how my campaign killin'
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| Panoramic views, chillin' under 12-foot ceilings
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| I don’t stress out, nigga
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| I don’t stress out, nigga |