PRESSURE Lyrics

Taliban Gang

The say Pressure bust a pipe then my name must be pressure

Learned to wrap my mind but im anxiously weathered

Pistol on my side, cause my days might be measured

Locked up in my mind cause my brain write me letters

Smoking all the time mix the pain with the pleasure

Poking on my spine I be playing with the devil

Jesus hold my hand im just tryna be a man

Jesus understand im just tryna be a man yeah aye

Broke boy memories

Glo Boy melodies

Drowning in this music make me feel like I got better things

Cold War weaponry

No more threat to me

Sounding like I'm you but I could die and still have better dreams

I aint never killed but I aint tryna kill

Homicide my lines for when I die forreal

Paralyze my cries because my eyes are peeled, hmm

Stare into my eyes and feel what I can feel

Sorry for my energy

Don't know what got into me

Can't deny what's true, I start to think about the end of me

Speaking of the enemy

He act like a friend to me

Glad I'm not no goofy, cause he aint who he pretend to be

I just seen my friend deceased, damn

Think I'm losing all my power, I'ma downer to the tenth degree

Still aint got my first degree

All I got's a verse with me

I just want my cut but it get deeper than some surgery

Ask the plug for drugs and he say "yeah nigga, certainly

What you need I got it" I reply

"Give me burdens please"

I support the guys but it aint nan nigga spurting me

Haters in disguise, open hands turn to burglary ohh

And no nigga gains ever hurting me no

Aint no bitches pains ever hurting me no

You told me you was gang you would Dirk for me, oh

But would you lay-up in the dirt for me

They say Pressure bust a pipe then my name must be pressure

Learned to wrap my mind but im anxiously weathered

Pistol on my side, cause my days might be measured

Locked up in my mind cause my brain write me letters

Smoking all the time mix the pain with the pleasure

Poking on my spine I be playing with the devil

Jesus hold my hand im just tryna be a man

Jesus understand im just tryna be a man yeah

Im just tryna be a man

I aint tryna be the man dog

Only 5'7" but my presence seem to stand tall

Everywhere I go, they dont look, nah they stare long

If they heard my shit they'd prolly sing it like its their song

Prolly think I'm white if you aint see me with my hair long

Prolly think im right if I aint tell you all my bread gone

Yeah, and if I told you where my bread gone'

You would think my life's a smart investment or I'm dead wrong

Back to being dead broke

I cant lie my head low

Asked a few they said, "ite"

As for you, you said "no"

Ask you why you said so

Left my pride on read tho

Killed myself thats dead pride

I aint even dead tho

Ion even talk like this that often but I walked up to my coffin

In this dream I had

It even made my demons sad and soften

Then I seen my dad, coughing

And he breathing bad, squeezing past, he was sad

Wonder why my T's was mad

Could it be they murdered me?

Could it been a accident

If they never heard of me

Is that still assassinate

Momma at the murder scene

I have trouble asking it

Did that shit occur to me

This time she more than panicking

I aint understand my cause of death

But understood just what my death could cause

Bringing all this stress, like now my girl gone wait on heaven's call

Like numbers now she pressed, all because I prolly went to far

Pride or pressure, its a mental law damn

They say Pressure bust a pipe then my name must be pressure

Learned to wrap my mind but im anxiously weathered

Pistol on my side, cause my days might be measured

Locked up in my mind cause my brain write me letters

Smoking all the time mix the pain with the pleasure

Poking on my spine I be playing with the devil

Jesus hold my hand im just tryna be a man

Jesus understand im just tryna be a man yeah

They say Pressure bust a pipe then my name must be pressure

Learned to wrap my mind but im anxiously weathered

Pistol on my side, cause my days might be measured

Locked up in my mind cause my brain write me letters

Smoking all the time mix the pain with the pleasure

Poking on my spine I be playing with the devil

Jesus hold my hand im just tryna be a man

Jesus understand im just tryna be a man yeah