Anymore ft. Pressure Lyrics

I need more I need me some more

To the Lord I'm praying to the Lord

Lifestyle I afford

Going up don't know where I'll end up

Yeah I want me some more

I never get no rest

I'm pouring up a four

Got drink all in my cup

My life be going up

Don't know where I'll end up

All of these hoes that they bringing me

I don't need them I need hope Uh

If I gon' put all my effort in

I just be doing the most Yeah

You fucking with me yeah

You fuck with my beat yeah

If you ain't with that then get out my way

I'm doing the best that I wanna today

I'm smoking on good marijuana okay

Wake me up to all the bullshit

That you gotta say

They pay me to play

I'm the home team but I'm so far away

Life is a race yeah I dropped it in May

Ain't no delay

I'm doing the dash for you motherfuckers

I gotta get it to make everybody

Look at me and feel like they gotta get paid

I made my way out of it

I cannot trip bout a bitch

I load it I shoot and I miss

I'm the

Only one talking about it

These hoes are some bitches

Don't worry about it

I'll be just flexing and shopping

I hit the mall and I'm leaving with diamonds

They be on me like my demons

Waking up when I be dreaming

Sometimes I feel like I ain't even sleeping

I will never know the reason

Why all these bitches be leaving

I just might be a little crazy

You should know that

Before becoming my lady

When I roll up I roll up and get lazy

Get the fuck out of my way

I made a few racks in a day

I pull up right to the casino

Then I'm gon' spend it okay

Do what you want to

But never forget

I am the best and you are a bitch

I got the flow it never will switch

Everyone quits

Cause they cannot keep up with me

Anymore

They giving up It's just me

I'm moving up

I couldn't stop

My time to drop

It's time to pop off

Rich hit me up for this beat

Told me he needed a feat

I told him I'm on the way

I never take a defeat

This is the flow that you put on repeat

None of my bars ain't weak

All of my shit is unique

I cop some Jays and I put them on feet

I do this rapping shit all in my sleep

I cannot do none of this for the free

Step up to the mic

It's the fire I speak

They copy my style and my fucking routine

They want the supermodels off IG

She hit my DMs and she slide up on me

She in my crib and she drops her knees

We Netflix and chill every day of the week

I need more

I need me some more

I need more yeah

I need me some more

I need more

I need me some more Yeah