Intro/chorus: faith evansI really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed outWhen you’re face to face with your adversityI really know how it feels to be, stressed out, stressed outWe’re gonna make this thing work out eventuallyVerse one: consequence, q-tipYo I ain’t one to complain but there’s things in the game(what’s your name? ) consequence, I’m tight, burnt like flames(and why’s that? ) american dreams, they got this ghetto kid in a fiendDon’t stress that cause it’s not in your bloodstreamYour whole being, comes from greatness, d’you rememberShatan got you caught in the storms of decemberAnd brothers on the block packin nines like septemberCrazy situations keeps pockets on slenderYo I be on the avenue where they be actin brand newI’m splurgin on these reebok joints for shorty booAll of a sudden, I saw these two kids frontinTalkin out they joints but they wasn’t sayin nuttinMy hand was on my toolie they was actin unruly(say word) yo word up, yo I was tight caught upBut I swallowed my pride and let that nonsense rideBecause I’m positive it seems that negative diesYo we was at the dice game makin these cats look sillyFlamin, steady runnin off at the willieI had my cash mixed, my rent due, with my play-doughI gotta see some loot so all my girls I blowShook them shits in my palm let em hit the flo’Kept my eyeballs scopin for them pigs po-poI got to go on the ave see my parole by fo’But I gotta steady freak these boys like jojoAnd I was doin it, til I met ike, spike, and mikeOne roll, they had my pockets thirstier than spriteYo I know the feelin, when you feelin like a villainYou be havin good thoughts but the evils be revealinAnd the stresses of life can take you off the right path (no doubt)Jealousy and envy tends to infiltrate your staffWe gotta hold it down so we can move on pastAll adversities, so we can get through fast, like thatChorusVerse two: consequenceYou got the n.w.o. (low cash flow)Your baby’s on the way (and you don’t know who)And crosstown niggaz tryin to (bust at you)Aiyyo they got me stressed out (and you don’t know what to do)So frame this kodak black, and vision to my contactWith a poultry scrap, workers get pistol smackedThe switch hittin queens, niggaz liquid sword spittinWith raw poppy, and now your first love is krillYour vision of the mil got crept like hey loverTried to rise to the top, you just couldn’t recoverAnd all I want is my laceration of the pieTo get this whip cream before the water runs dryNiggaz flashdancin yo I don’t know whyYou’re sick of snitchin, she got you cruisin to the pokeyLike smokey, the stress be tryin to squeeze out a homeyWhile I be tryin to get star status like shinobiSo we can build a dynasty, just like the toby’sAnd all I want, is the world to know my steezThese money hungry niggaz is seven thirtyAnd got me stressed out like these frog mc’sChorusOutro: faith evansDon’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)Don’t worry we gon make it (oh yeah)Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)We gon make it (gotta make it)Don’t worry we gon make it (gotta make it)We’re gonna make it (we gotta make it)Don’t worry we gon make it (we gonna make it)We gonna make it (ohhhhhhh)Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)Don’t worry we gon make it (gonna make it)Don’t worry we gon make it (ohhhhhhh)We gon make it (ahaowwhwwww)Don’t worry we gon make it (ahahwwww)I know we gonna make it (we’re gonna make it)C’mon baby we gon make it (yeahhhh)We gon make it (yeahhahhahhhh)Don’t worry we gon make it (we’re gonna make it)We’ve gotta make it (we’ve gotta make it)We’ve gotta make it (oh yeah)Know we’re gonna make itWe’re gonna make it, gonna make it, we gotta make it, know we gonna make it…