Pressure

I told my mama I want some money when I grow up
Niggas acting like they sleep but now they know us
It's OTM these bitches peep and now they chose up
My bitch a freak that pussy sweeter when I'm froze up
I'm froze up
You ain't on shit that I be on
I just was hooping now it's songs
Yea I'm the truth and niggas clones
I get the loot and then I'm gone
You see what's cracking in this bitch
My niggas trapping in this bitch
You niggas cappin' in this bitch I need a napkin I'm the shit
I get my swag on
And you bet not waste my time I rather get this bag gone
You niggas ain't on shit you get no hoes you get your jag on
You niggas more slow motion to the gwap
I'm just so focused plus I'm hot
You Niggas posted on the block
I think I'm chosen for this spot
I'm like Derozan with the shot
I'm off this potion plus I'm open
You like Odom wit the rock
You niggas crack heads
Run off the plug
You might get popped up in your back leg
You niggas ain't on shit your pockets dry
I call it flat bread
Bitch might be in danger nigga
I'm just trying to run it up I hope this don't change a nigga
Money would have the ones you love
Turn into some stranger niggas
Talked straight to the man above
I'm blessed but I might flame a Nigga
From all this pressure
I just want my money good ain't fucking up no extras
What's real ain't got to be understood
I ain't come here for no lectures
I just want my mama good I'm hoping that he bless us
From all this pressure
From all this pressure
I just want my money good ain't fucking up no extras
What's real ain't got to be understood
I ain't come here for no lectures
I just want my mama good I'm hoping that he bless us
From all this pressure
From all this pressure