Pressure Lyrics

Now I'mma have tuh drop another classic hit

Spillin' bars from my bag of trick

I see how y'all attract to this

Just feedin' y'all bits of my jalapeno chips

Real fun fact of the matter is

Now I'm done with all tha happiness

So Imma lay it down with a passion that's

Completely the opposite of passiveness

Cus I'm ruthless like a pugilist

Too scrupulous punchin' through my list

Bout damn time been in the mood for this

With my truthfulness I'll bring fruitfulness

Make ya brain go insane turnin' mutinous

Take ya on back to my youth as Chris

Look out bitch here we go Imma spew some piss

And maybe even shout out a little stupidness

I was fighting a battle I just could not win

Like tug of war with my evil twin

Head in the pad left hand on the pen

I done been down that hard road and back again

Demons showed love but it was all just pretend

Damn bro I thought you was my friend

Why you have to go on and do dat to dem

You keep this mess up an yo future look grim

Your chance to survive blow away like tha wind

Better reach for your bible take a deep look within

You had a choice in life to avoid tha strife

Or to reach for the needle just to heat up tha knife

Lil bro was right you was high as uh kite

In tha dead of night somethin not right

Next thing you know you saw a white light

So ya dead and gone and ya soul's taken flight

Used to hit them parties till my arms would fall off

Now I'm droppin' F bombs and pitchin' molotov's

World dun went retarded and peoples minds caught rot

Now I'm drawin' hard lines and packin' 9's cus flesh is soft

So I took my life in a different direction

Found my wife thanks to he who has blessed me

Love is my wealth so I'm stackin' my blessings

Got not time for theoretic suggestion

Go on with ya drama I am not stressin'

Not real sure why you stayin' obsessin'

Fuck around and find out ima teach ya a lesson

Send it right back with thrice the aggression

Findin my buttons bitch why you keep pressin

Had my fill now its time for correction

Don't waste my time with your lack of recollection

Lets hear your story so we can get to dissectin'

Better tell em right now just what ya did

Fucked around and found out not to mess with tha kid

Sit here for years and listen to yo shit

So much pain in my ears now I've gone flipped my lid

So from now on its pain that ill give

Better check ya grid and how it its ya live

Devil rollin round and he placin shitty bids

Surprised ya bridge didn't fall from pitch

Brutal I know but I done told y'all this

Why do bitches they trip when bass lines hit

Most lose their shit as treble vibrates they slit

Might cut off ya toes yeah right at tha tips

Maybe even ya nose yeah right where it sits

And I have to admit these lyrics are lit

As I explain to you how much I don't give two flips

And at the same time I come with tha rhyme

That shows that I'm certainly well equipped

Got me tryna hit tha line yeah doublin' time

Used to hit them parties till my arms would fall off

Now I'm droppin' F bombs and pitchin' molotov's

World dun went retarded and peoples minds caught rot

Now I'm drawin' hard lines and packin' 9's cus flesh is soft