Pressure

Keep the camera on me at all times
I walked into the parking lot
Some people wanted me to rhyme
I can't explain what it's like
I keep the pistol on my side
And they just fall into my lap
Like I'm Santa Claus right
What'd you do to me
Control me like we playin' PlayStation
Doctor tell me if this kid is gonna make it
I need him
Everyone could use a better teacher
And these students need to rest their eyes so they can start becoming dreamers

Thank you to my team
We goin' hard no substitutions
We just run, run, run for miles
I can't crease my shoes
I've gotta lay down a pattern
Put a ring up on her finger
Like we lookin' up at Saturn
Oh no
I am not a cheater
Put my ball on the court
I'm tryna put it in the hoop
I've got a better shot honestly
If I don't even shoot
My whole channel bad news
Yeah
I thought of that too
What would happen to my music
If we drop this tape in June
I'm a disaster
Everyone is saying I'm a rapper
As a matter of fact
I am
The math all after
I am done
The pictures and the videos of me
Will be in higher resolution if I'm not on your screen



Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Goldbaum
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