A Thousand Pounds of Pressure
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye, aye
Grab the dinosaur by the spinal cord
I'm hella crazy, my mind is sore
My rhymes in store are like diamond ores
Rockin' Michael Kors while I dine with Moors
Run up on you boys with my giant hoard
Screamin' "Why oh Lord?" as I slice my sword
Pry the door, snatch your dimes and more
Then I go on vacation, my flight's at four
Smash you to smithereens, got your spine shiverin'
Slitherin' as I slice beats like a guillotine
They should've never done let this kid spit again
Picked up the pen now I'm twitchin' and quiverin'
We finna pop off like soda
Grind time, we won't take it slow bruh
Feast on the mic 'til it smoke like a pipe
This is real life, ain't down with personas
Ain't nobody else on the level that I be damagin'
Managin' to be ravagin', I got y'all panickin'
And I'm handlin' my business, punks on my hit list
Coppin' a swift fist to the lips with the a big stick
Witness the greatness, ain't with the fake ish
Y'all choked up, these bars be contagious
I'm straight outrageous, I'm flammable
A cannibalistic misfit, I'm an animal
Put yo' hands up if you vibin' to the sound
Of a thousand pounds of pressure, knockin' suckas to the ground
Put yo' hands up if you vibin' to the sound
Of a thousand pounds of pressure, knockin' suckas to the ground
Bow!
Aye, aye, aye
Grab the dinosaur by the spinal cord
I'm hella crazy, my mind is sore
My rhymes in store are like diamond ores
Rockin' Michael Kors while I dine with Moors
Run up on you boys with my giant hoard
Screamin' "Why oh Lord?" as I slice my sword
Pry the door, snatch your dimes and more
Then I go on vacation, my flight's at four
Smash you to smithereens, got your spine shiverin'
Slitherin' as I slice beats like a guillotine
They should've never done let this kid spit again
Picked up the pen now I'm twitchin' and quiverin'
We finna pop off like soda
Grind time, we won't take it slow bruh
Feast on the mic 'til it smoke like a pipe
This is real life, ain't down with personas
Ain't nobody else on the level that I be damagin'
Managin' to be ravagin', I got y'all panickin'
And I'm handlin' my business, punks on my hit list
Coppin' a swift fist to the lips with the a big stick
Witness the greatness, ain't with the fake ish
Y'all choked up, these bars be contagious
I'm straight outrageous, I'm flammable
A cannibalistic misfit, I'm an animal
Put yo' hands up if you vibin' to the sound
Of a thousand pounds of pressure, knockin' suckas to the ground
Put yo' hands up if you vibin' to the sound
Of a thousand pounds of pressure, knockin' suckas to the ground
Bow!
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Writer(s): Rocky Vandergriff
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