Pressure ft. Michael Christmas Lyrics

Stuck in quarantine but I cannot let that shit phase me

Put the work in now so later I can pull up in a Shwazye

Talking bout a ghost nigga

This is not a joke nigga

Remember being broke nigga

Now I'm bout show niggas

That I got everything that it takes to fucking make it

The type of pressure make you crack like you was breaking bacon

You took the blue pill nigga I'm the one who made the matrix

No snakes in my garden cuttin off the fake shit

100 on the buttonup my fashion isn't basic

Niggas couldn't see the vision even with the Lasik

Laser focus

The shit I spit is major dopeness

Niggas thoughts is comatose but they swear they the wokest

In my city chilling wit Bonita Applebaum

Enjoying the fruits of my labor all my apples bomb

I got pressure on the diamond

In your face like ass sixty-nining

Hatin I don't wanna know me Mario Winans

Hair in the breeze in every single climate

Play with all my verses just be having fun like Clinton Miller

Yeah he got good timing

Perfect like a no hit ass whoopin street fighting

Go and grab a switch and this is not no tree climbing

Put it in your nose it'll clear up all the sinus

The finish line ahead the other seven is behind us

Want me being nice who is I Mr. Rogers

More Eddie Murphy when he snuck up out the window

Seen a nigga walk in all the white folks just get low