Pressure

Uh
Tell me to shoulder the load when you are merely just a carry-on
Far too grown for the tune of a canary song
Same shit I see, the variance didn't vary once
Patience from a house that's small enough to build a prairie on
Very, very lonely at the place you put the cherry on
Living in hell, I can't breath, it's dark sometimes
My eyes bleed but it's in vain when I'm done crying
We raise our glasses up but nigga, we see just fine
Savior moments with cane is like trying to start a drum line
Music resources, feel like I'm being extorted
How I'ma lift you up when I can't keep myself supported?
They don't care
Long as they candy-color picking cotton, it's so fair
I guess when shit is sweet, it could be rotten
Gave you my whole heart, then you said you needed a larger piece
Artistry like my arteries, preaching through the speaker and praying you take a part of me
Tweeting all my thoughts so liking is like lobotomy
Dealing with my feelings like what the fuck you a man for?
I don't want to reach for the fame and lose what I stand for
There's a goldmine of landmines you can land on
Black and off-brand when you are living in Brandon

Oh
I hope you see me
I hope you feel me
I hope that you love me enough to take me out of misery
Existence is ugly enough
Living is wrong, loving is pain
Friends and Family look at your bank account as a drain
All your managers see is another link in the chain
Tears I'm holding are surely a muddy puddle of rain
Look
My head tiied, my heart tiied
Ok then
They preying on me, I'm praying for 'em
Like amen
The blood pouring, that's crimson tide, Nick Saban
If any nigga say he took me out, I gave in

Ok my flow go overhead, be careful where you cut your rug on
Rhyming sick as flu, I'm on the web, I caught the bug, huh?
Jay the Mercenary, say the Bay Area Bully
I'm still waking up from dreams of putting bullets through your skully
Know what I bring to the game, pimpin, my self-awareness
Could run a million circles 'round your squareness
Bitch, I am the GOAT and you my Cavs, now I'm jumping like His Airness
Cold as O'Shea, so my nigga, "Are we there yet?" (Are we there yet?)

"I just keep losing... I mean... are some people just... supposed to lose?"

"You have reached the voicemail box of"
This is Struggling Rappers Incorporated, Thank you for calling Jay
If you're hearing this voicemail, my shit is on DND. Nigga, please go stream Sleepless Fire. Leave a message

Aye, yo man, it's Ace
Uh, I know you've been going through a lot lately but I haven't heard from you in a while, man
You know, you ever want to talk, I'm here for you man, so let me know
Aight, but for real, pick up the damn phone, man