Pressure

Riding through the streets on my own
You got time for games, I got things to do
Riding through the streets on my own, own
Riding through the streets on my own
You got time for games, I got things to do
Riding through the streets on my own

East coast where I came from
Slide down the ladder, I came up
Call me Goliath, my strength up
Yo anger fueling, my pen tough
All of these radio rappers are really
Just clowning the streets
Showin' these R&B niggas that you
Ain't the one to compete wit
I'm setting blaze to the beat
Debt had me down on my knees
But I am persistent and you know I'm wit it
'Cause baby girl she gotta eat
Yeah I gotta go and get it
(I gotta go and get it)
I don't need your credit
No I don't need all that
One thing I do want back
All of the time that I gave you
You must've thought that I paid you
You must've thought that I paid you oo-ooh ooo-oh

Riding through the streets on my own
You got time for games, I got things to do
Riding through the streets on my own, own
Riding through the streets on my own
You got time for games, I got things to do
Riding through the streets on my own

I'll apply the pressure faster only if you want me to
Turning up the heat in every corner of the billiard room
But you never had a clue
The green has made you comfortable
Stack yo cash up while it lasts
'Cause ima take it all from you
And you'll never catch me no
You'll never catch me
And I can tell exactly where the difference lies
It's in my blood, the only way I can survive
So Ima do it, ima do it 'cause I have to
Kill the game in Scarlett's dress if I have to
Steal the game right from under if I have to
Apply the pressure 'cause somebody has to
Yeah

Riding through the streets on my own
You got time for games, I got things to do
Riding through the streets on my own, own
Riding through the streets on my own
You got time for games, I got things to do
Riding through the streets on my own



Credits
Writer(s): Kayla Williams
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