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PRESSURE Songtext

La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la

The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure they put on me until I shined (la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
My life is symbiotic with the culture, I can never, ever lose the vibe (la-la-la, la-la-la-la)

Make sure they rollin′ one up for me
'Cause it′s been a long ride (la-la-la, la-la-la-la)
We doin' this one for Money T
Keep his name alive (yeah)

La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, hold up

I know how to make an entrance
I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen (hmph)
You can skip the introduction, I'm introverted, I don′t want your attention (eh)
Stand on whatever I say, I′ll say it to your face, I don't do it in mentions (for real)

I believe God had put me through hell so that I could learn me a lesson
I was eleven (damn)
Sharin′ a bed with my dad but didn't have a bedroom
In a recession (yeah)

Six of us in a Ford Explorer, didn′t have leg-room
Everything's destined (so)
It was inevitable I take on his aggression
Mad at the world ′cause I'm feelin' rejected
Guess that I gotta die to be a legend

La-la-la, la-la-la-la
La-uh-la, la-la-la-la (turn up)

Holy shit
Showin′, showin′ naked ass
C-Town, bring them slabs out (out, boom, boom, boom)

Open the toilet and took a piss
Open my mouth, I'm talkin′ shit (uh)
Open accounts 'cause this money don′t fit in the safe
My accountant can't count this shit, hm
This look counterfeit

If I wear it, it′s priceless, can't count the fit (yeah)
Stack it up tall as a mountain is (yeah)
I grow money on trees like a botanist
(When you droppin' this?) Right now
I just made the hardest shit I ever heard right now
Wait a minute, look where I was and where I′m at right now

In a plane with no passengers in it, over Cleveland, ′bout to touchdown
I got the car keys in the Carhartt
I don't need ′em, know I push and the car start (skrrt)

I got the icing like a Pop Tart
And I stay spittin' fire like a Charizard (hah)
I used to be broker than a Florida heater
Way back in the day when I was openin′ for Wiz Khalifa (yeah)

I just got myself out of an misdemeanor
He said that he wasn't there, I told him that I wasn′t either (I wasn't)
I broke every bone except my middle finger (fuck you)

Only had a heartbreak once, I won't have two
Free Young Thug, pourin′ two liter
Why′s everybody singin' like they′re Dua Lipa? (Yeah)
La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, yeah

Ayy, we doin' this shit one take
Green light, don′t stop, go

I wear chains with my shirt off when I get my dick sucked
And she keep it in her throat like she got the hiccups
I ain't talkin′ 'bout no mouth though if we hit the lick up
I don't sell, I used to snort this shit, open that brick up

I don′t give a fuck about who streamin′, pull the list up
I'm a father, look at what I did to raise these kids up
There won′t be a day I need a vest under my zip-up
'Cause every time they tried to send a shot, it always missed us (doo, drr)

I hear that shit in real life, I do not fear the afterlife
My cousin tried to suffocate me, he said the voice in his head was Jesus Christ
Healin′ my bruise with a piece of ice
I held on myself when I needed a family
Instead, I was left to my own device
Swallowed the pill like a piece of rice

I slept in the attic, had demon nights
That's in the house off Lee Road
I saw my friend′s eyes change, now he just a body with no soul
I been in the game, got a lot of exes, look like a cheat code (eh)
I had a couple rappers leavin' out the spot with their teeth broke (shh)

You can see the double Rs when I creep slow (when I creep slow)
You can't have my dick if you can′t deep-throat (no)
Yeah, turn up my voice, make this beat low
I create the wave, but I don′t own no beach clothes
Lately, I made a lot of enemies

Lately, I been goin' through it mentally
So, I gotta palm and a rock in my pocket in public, protectin′ my energy (uh)
Spiritually, you couldn't measure me (no)

My soul has been here for a century (yeah)
We came out of high school together, and now he tweakin′ of the methamphetamine

(La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
We throwin' Ls like (la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Real up-the-way shit (la, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la)
You see those double Xs (la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)

We outside, bitch (la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
Throwin′ Ls like (la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Real Cleveland shit (la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la)
You see those double Xs (la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
We outside, bitch

Yeah, meet me on floor thirteen
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