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Nipsey Hussle - I Dont Stress
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nipsey Hussle
Nipsey Hussle
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Altariq Crapps
Altariq Crapps
Songwriter
Ermias Asghedom
Ermias Asghedom
Songwriter
John Wesley Groover
John Wesley Groover
Songwriter
Lamar Daunte Edwards
Lamar Daunte Edwards
Songwriter
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Michael Ray Cox Jr.
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lamar 'mars' Edwards
Lamar 'mars' Edwards
Producer
Mike & Keys
Mike & Keys
Producer
Tariq Beats
Tariq Beats
Producer

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