Pressure
Yeah 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 made Bern cold
Yeah a tall snowman 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 ever gonna switch
He put a price on my head, the next day he got hit
We keep 30 in the clip, yeah I'm stayin' on my toes
We get rich and 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 laughin', yeah I'm rich and I'm stackin'
Under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
Yeah, they want to see me fold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
But it only make me cold, 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 cold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
Drug trafficin', I was young packagin'
I got dumb rich, burner phones, dummy addresses
And we still stash cash up in the mattress
I'm sittin' on a batch at the house that I just have to flip
I remember when we had to ship
And now we send them 18-wheeler trucks 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 bendin' 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 harvest
When we set the tone in the game and made our own margins
Yeah I'm buyin' all the gardens
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 cold, 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 cold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
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 made Bern cold
Yeah a tall snowman 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 ever gonna switch
He put a price on my head, the next day he got hit
We keep 30 in the clip, yeah I'm stayin' on my toes
We get rich and 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 laughin', yeah I'm rich and I'm stackin'
Under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
Yeah, they want to see me fold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
But it only make me cold, 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 cold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
Drug trafficin', I was young packagin'
I got dumb rich, burner phones, dummy addresses
And we still stash cash up in the mattress
I'm sittin' on a batch at the house that I just have to flip
I remember when we had to ship
And now we send them 18-wheeler trucks 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 bendin' 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 harvest
When we set the tone in the game and made our own margins
Yeah I'm buyin' all the gardens
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 cold, 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 cold, I'm under pressure (pressure, pressure, pressure)
Credits
Writer(s): Scott Spencer Storch, Keith D. Avedon, Gilbert Anthony Jr Milam
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