Pressure Lyrics

I been, running outta running outta ways

Counting hours, counting all the days

Wondering if this part is just a phase

Running outta running outta patience

Been a couple years oh I'm really sick of waiting

Count my sins

Oh I'm really sick of Satan

See through lies

I can see it's super blatant

The pressure

Adding on my plate feeling extra

Never been certain so I guess I'm

Cleaning up the image in the mess I made

The pressure

Adding on my plate feeling extra

Never been certain so I guess I'm

Cleaning up the image in the mess I made

I'm struggling on my own

I'm sorry, hope you know

I got me a lotta bad sins to pay

So I gotta makes friends with my enemy's

There's not a lotta people in this industry

That are tryna speak truth

Don't make sense to me

Hoping that there's gonna be fans of me

Hoping that there's gonna be

Staying ten toes down even if my record flip flop

I remember when my homies told me to go kick rocks

Hoping that one day my Grammy shining like some lip gloss

Never stop hustlin yeah I'm feeling like im Rick ross

Whole lotta pressure

Got a whole lotta dreams

Got a whole lotta extra

Got a whole lotta fiends

Gotta Pour one the dead ones

Christy on the scene

Don't care bout the whip

Don't care bout the keys

Don't care bout the chains

Don't care bout the links

Don't care bout weed

Don't care bout the drinks

I doing this thing since 2016

Ion need me no car with them butterfly wings

If you wanting a feat gotta bring it by me

Got a whole lotta people that wanna see me

Ima perform a show fly to the next city

Don't be showing yo music

Won't buy yo cd

I ain't doing this till I'm the greatest

Till im top

Ima do it till I made it

If I do flop

Ima go ahead and face it

I won't give up as long as I can taste it

I got some big dreams

I'm gonna go and proceed

With my life

And feed my family

As long as they need

As long as they need

As long as they need

The pressure

Adding on my plate feeling extra

Never been certain so I guess I'm

Cleaning up the image in the mess I made

The pressure

Adding on my plate feeling extra

Never been certain so I guess I'm

Cleaning up the image in the mess I made

Been stacking

Been saying

With all these thoughts I been praying

Asking god for answers but I know that things wont all change

I been doing all by myself

I been tweaking tho

Leaned on to him for my answers

I needed them

Got a good father and got a good mother

I cherish them everyday and every weekend

Wondering when this chapter gonna end

And wondering when a new one gon begin

I really been too lazy tryna make friends

Cause most of them fake

I had one in the end

Like what's a real friend to me

Should I make friends with my enemies

Real friends should be close like family

Help each other grow with their fantasies

And they dreams

Things ain't always good

Things ain't always good

Things ain't always good as it seems