No Pressure

The weight of the city is all on my shoulders
I don't feel no pressure
I don't feel no pressure
I need me the most I can't settle for lesser
You okay with second
You need to do better
I can't come in last 'cause my mom raised a winner
I took a few losses but I kept my head up
I'm cold in the summer and hot in the winter
I'm real introverted I don't fuck with niggas
Especially the wise guy who thinks that he's clever
I'll stomp yo ass out with the gang and won't let up
And please don't push us 'cause you know that we fed up
My Niggas go ruthless put V in Vendetta
I like getting money it's on my agenda
You Hollywood faking an actor pretender
You probably be hating, you ain't got no cheddar
You broke as a bitch and you stay acting bitter

All this
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
Money
I like to stack it
Run it up quick, bitch I feel like a rabbit
I'm really a dog when it come to this rap shit
If I was a K9 you know I'd be rabid
Sharp as a dagger I'm really a savage
I feel like a farmer I keep me some cabbage
And I like to flex cuz I really be having
Me and you niggas cut from different fabrics
I used to be broke I was stealing and trappin
I went through some shit that was bad it was tragic
But I kept it street, I kept silent thats hobbit
But I kept it silent and quiet thats habit
You niggas not having
You niggas not having
You niggas not having

I'm making noise in the city like locust
I talked to my Pops and he told me stay focused
I'm popping my shit and you finally have noticed
Now I'm talking shit and I feel like the coldest
I'm 1 of 3 word to Moms I'm the oldest
Dorian, Caleb I love you, you know this
Young Dev my name and like Frost I'm a poet
And I run it up 'cause I know that I owe it
To Y'all
I promise that we gone ball
When I get rich Imma spend it on y'all
If you need shit then just give me a call
And if you need guidance I'll give you my all
And when you feel down I will not let you fall
And I'll be forever and ever involved
And I'll be forever and ever involved

Aye
No Pressure
No Pressure
Young Dev be fly can you tell me who fresher
I rock 23's can't be rocking no sketchers
Fazos all white bitch don't step on the leather
Big Faces on me and blue faces better
Married to Money we sticking together
Old Money, New Money really don't matter
Pockets Obese so that means that they fatter
Bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Noel C. Fisher, Floyd Eugene Bentley, Karim Kharbouch, Dijon Isaiah Mcfarlane, Christopher Chrishan Dotson, Jordan Holt, Melvin Iii Moore
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