Aint Stressin by Jensen Kirk Lyrics
(Chorus)
Every nigga know that we destined //
And somehow that we ain't stressing//
They want to sit in our section //
They want to hear us now //
Every nigga know that we destined //
They want to own our complexion //
They want to show imperfection //
They want to kill us now //
Every nigga know that we destined //
And somehow that we ain't stressing//
They want to sit in our section //
They want to hear us now //
Every nigga know that we destined //
They want to own our complexion //
They want to show imperfection //
They want to kill us now //
(Verse 1)
All I quote is the facts //
Kill a nigga on wax //
Pot calling the kettle black //
I'm going to need me my kettle back //
I'm going to need me a hundred stacks //
If you want me to run with that //
Run with the fact that they not trash //
They ass, Going around sucking dick through glass //
Getting high off they past //
You niggas make me laugh //
Watch them burn and they crash //
You niggas make me sad //
Oh what a life, I mean a lie we really could've had //
White picket fence, the green grass //
Oh Don't feel bad //
Same lies they been telling my black ass //
Same lies got you dressed up in drag//
Black face with a whole different cast //
Black face same shirt, with a whole different tag //
Wait, Let me tag you in, Let me tag you in
Kissed by the Sun
(Verse 1)
Lost in my ways //
Lost in these days //
Running like a rat, for the cheese in a maze //
Locked up, encaged //
They poke and they wave //
My soul is enrage //
They want to run us away //
These niggas on stage //
Shucking & jiving in place //
What the fuck you want a nigga to say //
We Killing our own kind what a fucking disgrace//
But It's bigger than what you thought, It's a fuckin parade//
Slave kill a slave they don't need us to stay//
And a brim kill a crip we don't need a grenade //
Black man kill black man, did our job for the day //
And we wiping our hands clean just go tell them to pray //
Cause for that Jesus Piece your broke ass is going to pay//
However much it weigh//
And when God come back, tell him we gave you government aid //
Now get the fuck out our face //
(Chorus)
Oh my //
Kissed by //
The sun //
You & I //
Black & fine //
Hips are wide //
Don't need a slice of the Devils pie //
Every nigga know that we destined //
And somehow that we ain't stressing//
They want to sit in our section //
They want to hear us now //
Every nigga know that we destined //
They want to own our complexion //
They want to show imperfection //
They want to kill us now //
Every nigga know that we destined //
And somehow that we ain't stressing//
They want to sit in our section //
They want to hear us now //
Every nigga know that we destined //
They want to own our complexion //
They want to show imperfection //
They want to kill us now //
(Verse 1)
All I quote is the facts //
Kill a nigga on wax //
Pot calling the kettle black //
I'm going to need me my kettle back //
I'm going to need me a hundred stacks //
If you want me to run with that //
Run with the fact that they not trash //
They ass, Going around sucking dick through glass //
Getting high off they past //
You niggas make me laugh //
Watch them burn and they crash //
You niggas make me sad //
Oh what a life, I mean a lie we really could've had //
White picket fence, the green grass //
Oh Don't feel bad //
Same lies they been telling my black ass //
Same lies got you dressed up in drag//
Black face with a whole different cast //
Black face same shirt, with a whole different tag //
Wait, Let me tag you in, Let me tag you in
Kissed by the Sun
(Verse 1)
Lost in my ways //
Lost in these days //
Running like a rat, for the cheese in a maze //
Locked up, encaged //
They poke and they wave //
My soul is enrage //
They want to run us away //
These niggas on stage //
Shucking & jiving in place //
What the fuck you want a nigga to say //
We Killing our own kind what a fucking disgrace//
But It's bigger than what you thought, It's a fuckin parade//
Slave kill a slave they don't need us to stay//
And a brim kill a crip we don't need a grenade //
Black man kill black man, did our job for the day //
And we wiping our hands clean just go tell them to pray //
Cause for that Jesus Piece your broke ass is going to pay//
However much it weigh//
And when God come back, tell him we gave you government aid //
Now get the fuck out our face //
(Chorus)
Oh my //
Kissed by //
The sun //
You & I //
Black & fine //
Hips are wide //
Don't need a slice of the Devils pie //