Pressure

Run the bills run the dollars
Homie give me that chain
I feel the pressure the pressure
That shit just build in my brain
Run the bills run the dollars
Want the bread fuck the fame
I feel the pressure the pressure
That shit just drive you insane

Yo
Young Lucid that's the boy with the juices
I don't fuck with no intruders
I got to see ID
Ask your girls about me
LU-C-I-D
Been a monster on mics since I was like thirteen
I'm trying to ball like I'm Mike
Shaking for dollars on sight
I'm from the land of broke and hungry niggas scraping for change
Obama had us really thinking we could start to see change
But we still live in a world where niggas blow out their brains
That shit is loco it's facts
I just focus on stacks
I want them twenties and fifties
Benjies and Washingtons nigga
Staten Island
Home to Oxy and Klonopin nigga
The doctor stay prescribing bass
I don't mean kick drums nigga
Inked a deal with an indie
Now niggas can't fuck with me
Don't even ask for a verse
Shit gon' cost five milly
I don't fuck with these spitters
You niggas rap like a granny
Half a bar put me to sleep
Like I just swallowed a Xanny
But I don't do drugs
Still I keep mad plugs
Like an outlet you toilet rapping
You just talking shit
Like my parents I'll split
Your dome by airing this clip
I need a puppy in the crib
Don't make me make you my bitch

My homies don't dance but my niggas is whipping
I don't really like to drink but tonight I'll be sipping
Yo
Supreme ruler fuck a box logo though
DeadLife all up in my back and in your bitch luggage though
Smoking senzu the loud
My dank is super I'm saying
Smelling foul like a flagrant
Boy that sour my fragrance