Under Pressure

There so much stress in these streets (so much)
So much stress in the street yeah (yeah, fuck it)
You know i'm on my feet (fuck it)
I know they wanna be me (why)
Cuz i'm Kyng Tee (where the blunt at)
If i said i wasn't stressed i'd be lying (woah)
Yeah
But i ain't lying (I ain't lying yea)
I just call it worried bout' failing after trying
Woah... (ohh)
A Nigga trying
Hol' up, Till i'm at the top I ain't ever satisfied
Yeah
Feel like I was born to shine
I got money on my head
Money fuckin' up my mind
So I ain't in it to get signed
Gotta save a couple million before I die
Cuz I know when its time he goin' ask a nigga why
Why a nigga never tried
So thats why
If I said I wasn't stressed out damn i'd be lying.
Woah, woah, yeah

A nigga had to see it for myself
The bread, the wealth, the clout
Im like fuck word of mouth
All they ever fucking did
Was discriminate and doubt
Whoever been up in my place (In my place)
I gotta vouch for
Yea I swear a nigga been in so many droughts (I made it through so many)
But I always bounce back somehow (Somehow)
Remember when I first count a grand (Count a grand)
First time I ever got to use a colored rubber band
I'm like damn, I'm the man
Nigga thought he had it planned
All the backroads known from the back of my hand
How could I lose in my land? (Yeah)
If you ain't talking bout money
I'm confused, what you saying?
But back to reality
Lord knows, I got too comfortable
Hunger blurring my mentality
Nigga got jammed, working extra hours but
I ain't ever been a rat
You gotta serve it outa me, yeah

If i said i wasn't stressed i'd be lying (woah)
Yeah
But i ain't lying (I ain't lying yea)
I just call it worried bout' failing after trying
Woah... (ohh)
A Nigga trying
Hol' up, Till i'm at the top I ain't ever satisfied
Yeah
Feel like I was born to shine
I got money on my head
Money fuckin' up my mind
So I ain't in it to get signed
Gotta save a couple million before I die
Cuz I know when its time he goin' ask a nigga why
Why a nigga never tried
So thats why
If I said I wasn't stressed out damn i'd be lying...
Woah, woah, yeah

I know I'm rare, yeah
I know I can't be compared
Ain't start from the bottom
Try coming up through poverty
Where all you had was the plug
Now he ain't fond of me
Where you can't fight the case
Nigga take the offer plea
Sleepin' in the whip, cuz
You ain't got no property
A nigga still remain strong (I have to, I got to)
I'm chosen boy, there really ain't no stopping me, yeah

I had some rough nights I must admit it
My church judge the way I spit it
My shit explicit
But if its written then it's real
Shit, I wish it isn't
I be so sick of living
But i'm still goin' get it

Till i'm at the top I ain't ever satisfied (Never, never)
Yeah
I feel like I was born to shine
I got money on my head
Money fuckin' up my mind
So I ain't in it to get signed
Gotta save a couple million before I die (Before I die, yeah, yeah)
Yea, he goin' ask a nigga why
Why a nigga never tried
So thats why
If I said I wasn't stressed out damn i'd be lying



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Writer(s): Tristen Covington
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