Pressure

Pressure, pressure
Dedicated to the times
Dedicated to the times
Dedicated to the times I ain't fold
I ain't fold
I ain't fold

Financial pressures (Press)
I got to go make it (Make it)
Mama at work (Work)
She aint gon make it (Nah)
Take of the top (Top)
Sun shine blazing (Blaze)
Hit em on drop (Drop)
Bodies laying
Bodies laying dreams end up decaying
Seen some shit that caught my conscious
Got my conscious paying
Guilt consume my body when I tune in to the lord praying (Pray)
Fuckers face turn blank when they see that I'm not playing (Nah)

Pressure, pressure
Dedicated to the times I ain't fold
Getting high fuckers think this shit a joke
They go from Xans to cards now they doing coke
Pressure, pressure
Get closer to the goal now they feet turn cold
Lost some of my dogs bet they getting cold
Leashes on these bitches I don't change my code

Let me tell you about my life though
Let me tell you about my life though, yeah

I was young, extroverted
Ridiculed, introverted
Solitude, never flirted
I guess I'm doomed
To be deserted
Left by everybody I gave love
Felt the need to compensate with drugs
Never fit in, only broke in
My mind caved in, nobody listening
I tried to tell 'em this what I wanna do
This how I wanna rap
Told me stop dick sucking
Spazzed up on they ass
Academics never felt it
Music classes never felt it
Writing code never felt it
Till I started putting pen to pad
I was young mental still under developed
Chased being cool so I wasn't a repellent
Gave it all up started chasing some attention
Peer pressured doing things just for more attention
Caught up in the hype didn't realise they were laughing
Not in unison but laughing in disapproval
Lost female attention so I'm cool with refusal
I guess the dream was always get more approval
Get the eye on me but now its worldwide
Fantasized my self as a superhero guy
Recognition robin I want it for my art
Everything I put come straight from the heart (yeah)

Pressure, pressure
Dedicated to the times I ain't fold
Getting high fuckers think this shit a joke
They go from Xans to cards now they doing coke
Pressure, pressure
Get closer to the goal now they feet turn cold
Lost some of my dogs bet they getting cold
Leashes on these bitches I don't change my code

What I fear is the morning
That I wake up and hear that my granny ain't here
The reason I don't call more is cuz I ain't find a way to say
I haven't done shit that I told you I would do and that stays
I pray God give me more time, wanna make a dime
And send a hundred racks to your new house
I sympathize for the way you grew and understand why you love money
It ain't the money its the fear of having none
And granny I'm the same I ain't never going I ain't dumb
Roaches crawling on my clean white sheets
A drip of water rolling down from my head down my cheek
The dark deeds outshine my light deeds
It ain't my eyes leaking the ceiling crack leaks
Leaking water leaking trauma beating harder
Eating harder, feeding harder, had it harder
Need a quarter, not a quarter of a dollar
Need a quarter of a mill
Running to the money, like a fat-ass on a treadmill

Pressure, pressure
Dedicated to the times I ain't fold
Getting high fuckers think this shit a joke
They go from Xans to cards, now they doing coke
Pressure, pressure