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Aint Stressin by Jensen Kirk Lyrics

Genre: rap | Year: 2016

(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 //