Pressure On My Head

(альбом: Cocaine Riot 2 - 2012)

Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, one time
Homies found a fast car
And nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, need time
Homies found a fast car
And nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, need time
Homies found a fast car
Nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head.

Thinking about the time got the goose bumps
Got me smoking weed, sipping goose rum
They said a couple pills help you fix the pain
Make a couple aims, watch you niggas change.
Turn to chapter four, nigga, page three
Made it out of hood, out of jail, but you ain't free
Riding with a couple killers but the nigga dirty, too.
Trying just my bitch, but the nigga moving dirty, too.
He stopped selling coke, now is home invasion
He stopped telling jokes, 'cause he broke a wrist.
Being broke and dirty gave a nigga chills
Told me grinding niggas, beat the niggas, make the meals.

Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, one time
Homies found a fast car
And nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, need time
Homies found a fast car
And nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, need time
Homies found a fast car
Nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head.

Try and try, yet my efforts ain't enough
Wrap money slow, I'm still trying to slang a stuff
My pops hit the same face every time
Bright and early in the morning chasing souls moms.
The answer's right in front of us, yet so sublime
Behind you get this money, yeah, just close the blinds
Run away, kid, dreams in the car to net you.
Couple homies dug a murder, but that's confidential.
My little brother Wax, he be home in all this.
Sitting in that small cell, but his dreams enormous.
Dirty paths, but my future's spotless
Car full of that turd pie, know they wash it.
Tracks hit a nerve, but my meant all and blew up.
Cocaine music, snort it, nigga, is the purer.
Ain't too much left for a hustler to do it
My team music help Melvin in the blue notes.

Get it wasted, all this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, think I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, one time
Homies found a fast car
And nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, need time
Homies found a fast car
And nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head
Mind playing tricks, I'm going crazy.
Baby, momma, need time
Homies found a fast car
Nigga on the ground
But they thinking they go balling.
All this pressure on my head.