Pressing to Test (Intro)

Never sweat and don't forget the reasons Jesus had wept.
Hold your head and get your bread and keep 10 T's on the deck.
Shit if it's coming then it's coming just believe and invest.
Stack up the cheese and then defeat all the rest get up.
Drop that shit and let em ask what you know bout that.
Came from the trap, I'm counting scratch bum in his goyard bag.
We just out here on the grind while they pressing to test
another brother for his soul out his chest

Im just a skinny ass, never had a penny ass nigga.
Stand for something, nothing from my city ass nigga.
From the gutta where mothers bury they kiddies from the killings.
If you make it too Christmas better believe the lord was willing.
Never let em play cause they'll treat you soufflé.
Riding with yo ass today and then they'll leave you too bake.
I was out the fucking state too scrape a plate up with snake.
That's when I learned too watch my luggage, shit and stay out the way.
I Look em in they face too show em truth and relate.
You know rapport then hit the door cause most these niggas be fake.
Tell the truth he speaking game, he trying to school today
They catch you napping, slacking, slipping

pussies plot and they prey.
Taking life for granted then it's granted you'll lay.
In a space with all that grey listening too things that they say.
In the field it's really real, youngins a kill for a taste.
In a race while I'm just trying too get a mill and Wraith.

I'm here too tell you don't you get too comfortable
It's time for the crunch.
Get a roll then the dough so now they starting too front.
Switching sides and then disguise like they was down for the hunt.
Niggas tooting with they nose I swear I'm fine with a blunt.
To all my shawtys in the streets and all the ones in the hood.
Know that money it ain't good unless it's laid on the wood.
Watch yo back and hold the slack, feed the fam understood.
Hating cause you're demonstrating how a real one should.
Proceed too lead and when they follow have em follow the best.
In the ghetto with gipetto yea you settled for less.
Just a rebel spitting metal with no care for the rest.
Until they hit em in the Mitchell and ness.
Somebody gotta reach the people from the steeples
Man too wake y'all up.
Put a fire too the game, the aims too shake y'all up.
Judges giving out them numbers just too take y'all up
To cells of hell so they can break dog up.

I seen it granted niggas bamming on them doors that they slamming.
Use to push em but these day they pop em off with a habit.
From the mud where it ain't much you understand we ain't have it.
Once you get that opportunity my baby you grab it.
See em maxing and relaxing with no action it's tragic.
I tip my hat too all the ladies out here working they magic.

On the grid too feed them babies, all my niggas that scavenge.

Though we hustle with a passion
Deadlines unmanaged, pressing to test a nigga