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Pressure

 

Pressure


Why my call lines still blowing up?
Why my show lines still going nuts?
Why the whole crowd still shown' love?
Why my call lines still blowing up?
Why my show lines still going Nuts?
Why the whole crowd still shown' love?

Yeah, look
I got the flame, I got the heat, I got the good
I got the tree, I got the treats, I got the wood
I got the fam, I got my friends, I got my hood
Right beside me till the wheels fall off
I got my, I got my light back, working harder to fight back
Pushing demons outta my scenery, I heard they break back
Bet they don't like that, I'm independent
On my own still driven, on my own I'm trending
Caught up and don't feel it, too much to deal with
I got my seat reclined back, sipping vibe and chilling
I got the key to success, it's sitting right in my hands
But understand, that's a lot of pressure

That's a lot of pressure
That's a lot of pressure

Why my call lines still blowing up?
Why my show lines still going nuts?
Why the whole crowd still shown' love?
Why my call lines still blowing up?
Why my show lines still going nuts?
Why the whole crowd still shown' love?

They told me I couldn't do it so I went and did it, hoe look at me now
I no flex, I done got respect 'cause care but I ain't pushing for neglect
Momma told me get it so I had to get it, hope I made her proud
Yeah I hold it down, had to beat a man with a silent plan
I could care less about the glitz and glam
I done cross the line every single time that write a rhyme
I create a bomb with the massive amounts that were down for counts
I ain't holding out, I know the time is now
Gotta feed the fuel, gotta feed the [?]
From the tree of hope gotta feed the roots
If you spreading lies that means you seen the truth
Now I'm live and I'm living proof
I put a lot of effort, I got a lot of pressure
Not a lot of time, 'cause my time is measured
You could say they hate, that won't do you better
When pressure comes Drama don't forget the second letter, B!

Second letter, B!
That's a lot of pressure
That's a lot of pressure

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