Under Pressure ft. Brando Forbes Lyrics

I got you under pressure, fuck you and that heffer

I shot niggas for lesser, sad cause I felt the pleasure

With no effort kill these peasants, can you feel my presence

I was heaven sent ever since conception

Holy fuck, fuck you

What I look like ducking you

Put a hole in ya portfolio lay for a month or two

Who the fuck is you, they got me baffled

I'll leave half of you under the bathroom sink

After I beat you with a bag of apples bitch

I do that shit I walk it out, you on the coffin route

Niggas don't listen to half the shit you talking about

I got some nice skirts for you guys since you high heeling

Fuck my feelings, I'm dwelling under high ceilings

Ok I hear you, I don't fear you, we can shoot the fair one

I light the fire through the wire as I heat the cauldron

You running ya lips, who said you was lit 

You son of a bitch, I'm sick of this shit

I put my style and flavor all over this bitch, Brando

Was crafted to move tactics to keep from moving backwards

When actions become distractions mistakes could be ya last one

I flip a verb around a noun it's just mental gymnastics

I move with force when under armor, whole campus is clapping

Schools in session black cloak it's no room for guessing

So you foolish niggas stand at attention and stop with stupid questions

Who you testing? Iron angle off in your direction

Feel the burn after you hit, clear sign of infection

Stakes is high as we thunder thru open skies 

Thousand yard stare, stopping hands of time

Blow ya mind like when you recline and find it was by design

Was holding mine and let it all go when Nastee told me shine

Pop the wine, I fashion you gasp at my passion for rhyme

See the bars reflecting like stars unless you fuckin blind, metal race 

Slowing ya pace I blast the finish line

Johnny Cash, you niggas dead ass until you gimme mine

I got I got

The shit that keep you under pressure

I got I got

That shit that got ya family messed up

I got I got

The truth is that you playing catch up

Heads up, you next up

Uh huh

I got I got

The shit that keep you under pressure

I got I got

That shit that got ya family messed up

I got I got

The truth is that you playing catch up

Heads up, you next up

Uh huh