PRESSURE
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La-la-la-la La-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la The diamonds are symbolic of all the pressure they put on me until I shined My life is symbiotic with the culture, I could never, ever lose the vibe Make sure they rollin' one up for me 'cause it's been a long ride We doin' this one for Money T, keep his name alive La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-la-la, la-la-la— Hold up I know how to make an entrance I hop out the truck in a fur with some henchmen You can skip the introduction I'm introverted, I don't want your attention Stand on whatеver I say, I'll say it to your face I don't do it in mentions (for rеal) I believe God had put me through Hell So that I could learn me a lesson I was eleven (damn) Sharin' a bed with my dad but didn't have a bedroom In a recession (yeah) Six of us in a Ford Explorer, didn't have leg-room Everything's destined (so) It was inevitable I take on his aggression Mad at the world 'cause I'm feelin' rejected Guess that I gotta die to be a legend La-la-la, la-la-la-la La-uh-la, la-la-la-la (turn up) Holy shit Showin', showin' naked ass C-Town, bring them slabs out Open the toilet and took a piss Open my mouth, I'm talkin' shit Open accounts 'cause this money don't fit in the safe My accountant can't count this shit, hm This look counterfeit If I wear it, it's priceless, can't count the fit (yeah) Stack it up tall as a mountain is (yeah) I grow money on trees like a botanist (When you droppin' this?) Right now I just made the hardest shit I ever heard right now Wait a minute, look where I was and where I'm at right now In a plane with no passengers in it, over Cleveland, 'bout to touchdown I got the car keys in the Carhartt I don't need 'em, know I push and the car start I got the icing like a Pop Tart, and I stay spittin' fire like a Charizard I used to be broker than a Florida heater, way back in the day when I was openin' for Wiz Khalifa (yeah) I just got myself out of an misdemeanor, he said that he wasn't there, I told him that I wasn't either (I wasn't) I broke every bone except my middle finger (fuck you) Only had a heartbreak once, I won't have two Free Young Thug, pourin' two liter Why's everybody singin' like they're Dua Lipa? (Yeah) La, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, yeah Ayy, we doin' this shit one take Green light, don't stop, go I wear chains with my shirt off when I get my dick sucked And she keep it in her throat like she got the hiccups I ain't talkin' 'bout no mouth though if we hit the lick up I don't sell, I used to snort this shit, open that brick up I don't give a fuck about who streamin', pull the list up I'm a father, look at what I did to raise these kids up There won't be a day I need a vest under my zip-up 'Cause every time they tried to send a shot, it always missed us (doo, drr) I hear that shit in real life, I do not fear the afterlife My cousin tried to suffocate me He said the voice in his head was Jesus Christ Healin' my bruise with a piece of ice I held on myself when I needed a family Instead, I was left to my own device Swallowed the pill like a piece of rice I slept in the attic, had demon nights That's in the house off Lee Road I saw my friend's eyes change, now he just a body with no soul I been in the game, got a lot of exes, look like a cheat code (eh) I had a couple rappers leavin' out the spot with their teeth broke (shh) You can see the double Rs when I creep slow (when I creep slow) You can't have my dick if you can't deep-throat (no) Yeah, turn up my voice, make this beat low I create the wave, but I don't own no beach clothes Lately, I made a lot of enemies Lately, I been goin' through it mentally So, I gotta palm and a rock in my pocket in public Protectin' my energy (uh) Spiritually, you couldn't measure me (no) My soul has been here for a century (yeah) We came out of high school together And now he tweakin' of the methamphetamine (La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la), we throwin' Ls like (La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), teal up-the-way shit (La, la-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la), you see those double Xs (La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), we outside, bitch (La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la), throwin' Ls like (La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), real Cleveland shit (La-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la), you see those double Xs (La, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la), we outside, bitch Yeah, meet me on floor thirteen

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