a p p l y i n g . p r e s s u r e

Yeah (yeah)
Yeah, n- (one two, one two, one)
The Off-Season (one two, one two, one)
The Off-Season, n- (one two, one two, one)
We offing n- (ayy, that's right)
F- you talkin' 'bout? (That's right, ayy)
Offing n- (yeah, hey, yeah)
(Vocal up a little more, hey)

Uh, applying pressure
Started my grind with crime festers
And now it's showing like they second trimesters
That's why when n- throwing shot or two online
I pay no mind to their benign gestures

N-, please, I got my mind on much bigger things to say the least
My latest beat just sound like they was released by David East (what up East?)
Verses hit hard, never pitched hard or played the streets
These n-whips are behind closed doors, can't pay the lease, uh

Ain't nothin' wrong with livin' check to check
'Cause most have to (I understand that)
Instead of cappin'
Why don't you talk about being a broke rapper? (I don't understand that)
That's a perspective I respect because it's real
What it's like to be nice as f-, but have to stress to pay the bills

That was me in '08, seein' no cake
Not even on dates I celebrated my birth
Just did the mental math and calculated my worth
Sh- crazy, didn't know I have more M's
Than a real Slim Shady video (how many of us in here?)

Big Boss, less Rick Ross more like a wavy Hideo
Kojima, they tote steamers around the way we tippy-toe
'Round c- vibes and cold-blooded killers no reptiles
Just projectiles from n- salty, you rockin' the fresher textiles

I seen best pals grow up and switch (I hate to see it)
Sometimes over a couple dollars, more often over a b- (ah, I hate to see it)
I can cap and say I never scratched my jealousy's itch
But thank God I conquered that 'cause if not I'd never be rich

Envy, keep your pockets empty, so just focus on you
If you broke and clownin' a millionaire, the joke is on you
Money ain't everything, I never say that (never)
But n- throw stones knowin' they sell soul to get wherever they at (come on, man)
Just know these verses is some sh- they gon' forever playback, nigga (come on)

Hell yeah (woo)
You know what it is
Don't even dare
N- try and act like they don't- bitch
That's why I gotta flex sometimes
'Cause n- tryna act like you not that-, like
Like you just really don't do it how you do it
Like n- really try to act like you don't really do what you do

N- look you dead in your face
And really act like you don't do it to the level that you do it
That's why sometimes you gotta come through and just do it
At the level that you do it in front of every n- face
So they know the difference between you
The real n- and the motherf- fraudulent n-, man
Don't never get it f- up

If a n- can't do it like you do it
Sometimes you just gotta do it in front of his f- face so he'll know forever
"Damn, that n- did it how I always wanted to do it
And I'll never be able to do it like that"
B-, there's a difference, ah

These are the same ones telling our people
That we are where we are because we're just not working hard enough
And that mentality is what we're up against today
But this is good to know because this time, when we march on the Capitol
You can go ahead and let 'em know long before we get there
We're coming to get that check



Credits
Writer(s): Jermaine L Cole
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