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Pressure

 

Pressure

(album: The Big Pescado - 2018)


The money comes and the money goes
I'm under pressure but it only make me cold

Summertime man, my city white fur coats
8 chains on, yeah we let the birds float
They say that pressure make you fold, it only make Bern cold
[?] in the third row
God forgive me, yeah I'm caught up with the politics
All the drama, I try not to acknowledge it
They in my pockets, want to know what the profit is (what I'm makin')
Just 'cause I bought a crib right across the bridge
This shit is shady, I've been paranoid lately
With a Glock underneath the seat of my brand new Mercedes
I'm a bay boy, baby, I ain't never gonna switch
He put a price on my head, the next day he got hit
He keep [?] in the clip, yeah I'm staying on my toes
Get rich or die young, yeah that's just the way it goes
Bury me in gold and throw a pound in my casket
When he shot me, I was laughing, yeah I'm rich and I'm stacking
Under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)

Yeah, they want to see me fold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
But it only make me colder, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
Yeah, they want to see me fold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
But it only make me colder, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)

Drug trafficing, I was young packaging
I got dumb rich, burner phones, dummy addresses
And we still stash cash up in the mattress
I'm shitting on a batch at the house, I just have to flip
I remember when we had to ship
Now we send them 18-wheelers on the road after 6
And I got cash to get and I ain't never ask for shit
I make a call, run a plan, Berner track and slip
Yeah, when you see me please show respect
I'm on a whole 'nother level, yeah I'm on they neck
I'm bending corners in the city, in the sunset
Still got a twenty, lighter up, I ain't done yet
That's where I started, where I pulled my first [?]
Now we set the tone in the game and made our own margins
Yeah I'm buying all the gardens
Yeah, they love me in my city but if you want to kill me
Hope I'm high when they get me
I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)

Yeah, they want to see me fold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
But it only make me colder, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
Yeah, they want to see me fold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
But it only make me colder, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)

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