Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
I'm black like coal
Coal under pressure
Diamonds and gold
Gold probably change me
Not my soul
Soul up for grabs
I grab what I own
Own all my masters
Mastered my tone
Tone that shit down
Down to the bone
Bones that I break
Break down when I'm gone
Gone with the wind
The Wind bring the storm
Storm bring the cold
I'm colder than most
And most of the bros
The bros know the code
The code that been ancient
Ancient like stones
Stones that they throw
They throw at the throne
The throne for the king
The king of my home
This home is my land
Ain't land here alone
Alone to the end
My ending ain't clear
Better clear the way
A way to be free
The freedom I crave
These cravings get deep
Deeper than holes
The hoes that I know
They know how I roll
I roll til I'm stoned
Stoned like I sinned
The sin God forgives
Uh
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Stop wasting my time
You wasting yo talent
Go get on yo grind
Uh
Caught a charge
Beat the charge
Still had to go pay the fine
Uh
These niggas ain't real
These ain't bitches loyal
That should be a crime
Uh
What's understood
Ain't gotta explain
It's just matter of time
Somebody go get a priest
I'm confessin now
Black, Loc'd,and professional
Lift me up
Just to tear me down
King of my pride
Still on the prowl
Give me my props
Stop tryna doubt
Bitch niggas
always tend to pout
I heard Niggas talking reckless
I gotta show em what I'm really bout
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
I'm black like coal
Coal under pressure
Diamonds and gold
Gold probably change me
Not my soul
Soul up for grabs
I grab what I own
Own all my masters
Mastered my tone
Tone that shit down
Down to the bone
Bones that I break
Break down when I'm gone
Gone with the wind
The Wind bring the storm
Storm bring the cold
I'm colder than most
And most of the bros
The bros know the code
The code that been ancient
Ancient like stones
Stones that they throw
They throw at the throne
The throne for the king
The king of my home
This home is my land
Ain't land here alone
Alone to the end
My ending ain't clear
Better clear the way
A way to be free
The freedom I crave
These cravings get deep
Deeper than holes
The hoes that I know
They know how I roll
I roll til I'm stoned
Stoned like I sinned
The sin God forgives
Uh
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Stop wasting my time
You wasting yo talent
Go get on yo grind
Uh
Caught a charge
Beat the charge
Still had to go pay the fine
Uh
These niggas ain't real
These ain't bitches loyal
That should be a crime
Uh
What's understood
Ain't gotta explain
It's just matter of time
Somebody go get a priest
I'm confessin now
Black, Loc'd,and professional
Lift me up
Just to tear me down
King of my pride
Still on the prowl
Give me my props
Stop tryna doubt
Bitch niggas
always tend to pout
I heard Niggas talking reckless
I gotta show em what I'm really bout
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
Pressure
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Writer(s): Curtis Breedlove
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