pressure
I got too much pressure
Diamonds on the dresser
Im trying to put gas all in my Tesla
Holding too much pressure
Backwood big as precious
Life will have ur mind on MC Escher
All these "i don't know"'s got me feeling like a picasso
Puffing on this hulk it lift my soul
I be trying to glo flipping pack was stunting all my growth
Pass it to grim reaper sitting six below
This nigga eating beans
My nigga feel like "xanxax-zander mcqueen" (told me)
All theses hoes don't mean a thing
All this life mean nothing to to me
Told me when i was green to the tree
Happiness in his memories
I could here the coffin when he speak
This after they sent him away for peace
I was yellin o-f-w-g-
K-t-a
Things they change
Some stay same
Grief and pain
Gray and grey
Don't act but a hard act to follow
Late night -- scheming on the gram fuck a like or a follow
Truth stay harder than the pill he shallow
Peeped it since a jit the game is hollow
Niggas fill a room and it all brings sorrow
I got too much pressure
Diamonds on the dresser
Im trying to put gas all in my Tesla
Holding too much pressure
Backwood big as precious
Life will have ur mind on MC Escher
All these "i don't know"'s got me feeling like a picasso
Puffing on this hulk it lift my soul
I be trying to glo flipping pack was stunting all my growth
Pass it to grim reaper sitting six below
Morehouse less house for me
Face lines less time for sleep
R kelly use your brain think
More money more time for beats
C cups i was trying drink
In the heart of the a struggling for a b
Moms pressured me to get a degree
But its six degrees separating me and my money
Acid my tongue when i told her i peaced
Tripping i fell into sinning so easily
Feeling so shitty i used the febreeeze
Do i what i must cause this job fucking stinks
Smoking the dope everyday when im home and right b4 during whenever i want
Never ever reg
Exotic often misread
Family friends tell me who i am
I don't give a damn
U think u know me untill i look edge
Don't u push me to the ledge
Knuckles white as klu klux klan
On my pen i am not them
Lost his grip u lost yo head
Might get scrambled by a twitter egg
Sometimes id rather be dead
She text me again i left her on read
Diamonds on the dresser
Im trying to put gas all in my Tesla
Holding too much pressure
Backwood big as precious
Life will have ur mind on MC Escher
All these "i don't know"'s got me feeling like a picasso
Puffing on this hulk it lift my soul
I be trying to glo flipping pack was stunting all my growth
Pass it to grim reaper sitting six below
This nigga eating beans
My nigga feel like "xanxax-zander mcqueen" (told me)
All theses hoes don't mean a thing
All this life mean nothing to to me
Told me when i was green to the tree
Happiness in his memories
I could here the coffin when he speak
This after they sent him away for peace
I was yellin o-f-w-g-
K-t-a
Things they change
Some stay same
Grief and pain
Gray and grey
Don't act but a hard act to follow
Late night -- scheming on the gram fuck a like or a follow
Truth stay harder than the pill he shallow
Peeped it since a jit the game is hollow
Niggas fill a room and it all brings sorrow
I got too much pressure
Diamonds on the dresser
Im trying to put gas all in my Tesla
Holding too much pressure
Backwood big as precious
Life will have ur mind on MC Escher
All these "i don't know"'s got me feeling like a picasso
Puffing on this hulk it lift my soul
I be trying to glo flipping pack was stunting all my growth
Pass it to grim reaper sitting six below
Morehouse less house for me
Face lines less time for sleep
R kelly use your brain think
More money more time for beats
C cups i was trying drink
In the heart of the a struggling for a b
Moms pressured me to get a degree
But its six degrees separating me and my money
Acid my tongue when i told her i peaced
Tripping i fell into sinning so easily
Feeling so shitty i used the febreeeze
Do i what i must cause this job fucking stinks
Smoking the dope everyday when im home and right b4 during whenever i want
Never ever reg
Exotic often misread
Family friends tell me who i am
I don't give a damn
U think u know me untill i look edge
Don't u push me to the ledge
Knuckles white as klu klux klan
On my pen i am not them
Lost his grip u lost yo head
Might get scrambled by a twitter egg
Sometimes id rather be dead
She text me again i left her on read
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Writer(s): Tyree Kimble
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