The Pressure
The pressure from the pressure from this world got me talking like
Give me strength to cope with pain that's too strong to fight
I been walking through the flames got all the stripes
Catch me dancing on my grave like what is life
Yeah I'm fresh out the pressure cooker
John the Baptist fire in the desert call me Devon Booker
Used to be the guy you could call to get the hook up
But now when I hit up my connect I lift my head and look up
Uh, four kids and a loving wife
Tell that devil looks like I did something right
Used to roll with his demons in a another life
On my way back from Dade county with a bunch of
Wo, probably shouldn't go that far
Honestly I can't tell you how I got that scar
Rap sheet got some commas they aint drop that charge
Tragedy and drama but now I just ask God
Lead me to the next beat I run like a track star
Demons cannot catch me keep them in my past far
My son taller than me now and he not a bad guard
Putting pressure on my step back in the back yard
The pressure from the pressure from this world got me talking like
Give me strength to cope with pain that's too strong to fight
I been walking through the flames got all the stripes
Catch me dancing on my grave like what is life
Yeah I'm fresh out the pressure cooker
My opponent will not look up
I'm about to move my rook up
Uh, then its check mate in two never should've
Underestimated the next move of a better shooter
Life's a game of chess enemies are ruthless
Which virus coming next which friend is Judas
Witches conspire putting hexes on you and your clueless
Tired too distracted by the debt that they imprison you with
Writing checks with no bread trying to get through it
Trust me dude I been through it like there was no end to it
Worked a lot of hard jobs with dead ends
Till a friend finally got me in
And I put a wrench to it
Check the hard hat that local 550
Putting fires out in Boston yeah that's my city
Lot of money mixed with lots of animosity
That Boston rat race brother it is not pretty
The pressure from the pressure from this world got me talking like
Give me strength to cope with pain that's too strong to fight
I been walking through the flames got all the stripes
Catch me dancing on my grave like what is life
What is life
What is life
What is life
Give me strength to cope with pain that's too strong to fight
I been walking through the flames got all the stripes
Catch me dancing on my grave like what is life
Yeah I'm fresh out the pressure cooker
John the Baptist fire in the desert call me Devon Booker
Used to be the guy you could call to get the hook up
But now when I hit up my connect I lift my head and look up
Uh, four kids and a loving wife
Tell that devil looks like I did something right
Used to roll with his demons in a another life
On my way back from Dade county with a bunch of
Wo, probably shouldn't go that far
Honestly I can't tell you how I got that scar
Rap sheet got some commas they aint drop that charge
Tragedy and drama but now I just ask God
Lead me to the next beat I run like a track star
Demons cannot catch me keep them in my past far
My son taller than me now and he not a bad guard
Putting pressure on my step back in the back yard
The pressure from the pressure from this world got me talking like
Give me strength to cope with pain that's too strong to fight
I been walking through the flames got all the stripes
Catch me dancing on my grave like what is life
Yeah I'm fresh out the pressure cooker
My opponent will not look up
I'm about to move my rook up
Uh, then its check mate in two never should've
Underestimated the next move of a better shooter
Life's a game of chess enemies are ruthless
Which virus coming next which friend is Judas
Witches conspire putting hexes on you and your clueless
Tired too distracted by the debt that they imprison you with
Writing checks with no bread trying to get through it
Trust me dude I been through it like there was no end to it
Worked a lot of hard jobs with dead ends
Till a friend finally got me in
And I put a wrench to it
Check the hard hat that local 550
Putting fires out in Boston yeah that's my city
Lot of money mixed with lots of animosity
That Boston rat race brother it is not pretty
The pressure from the pressure from this world got me talking like
Give me strength to cope with pain that's too strong to fight
I been walking through the flames got all the stripes
Catch me dancing on my grave like what is life
What is life
What is life
What is life
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Writer(s): Timothy Blakeney
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