Jewels / Pressure Lyrics

Tryna pick my flaws cuz I'm no perfect but

I'm watching from the surface like they broad, I'm doing devil's service

Denz versus Daniel, stayed away from hell

But I can feel the furnace

Been questioning myself 'bout my faith

And what is under my dermis

Talking to my God or keep it in my chest, this my sternness

I'm down on my knees, with these demons

I need to squeeze but they tamper with my feels

Bring the greed, they never wanna leave

And it seems, a part of me is fond of what they breed

Appraisal of my peers, add money with the greed

Attracted by the way I'm being seen.

Forgetting bout The Lord, unless he made of gold Jesus piece

Illusion got me caged and I guess

Maybe should be freed gotta rest

Delusion I be seeing thru the press

Many lies I read on the screens issa mess

I see between the lines a destiny to bleed

The new gen was created to mislead

With melody n rhymes, by elites

They watering they plants with them beats

Twenty plus songs but 50k units in a week

Or faking all they numbers with machines

They serving us the package, issa feast

The fate behind the schemes is surreal

So I follow God's path, I'll be blending intuitions

And I wanna make it last, just like Benz's adoration

So maybe I should fast? like the Copts for my salvation

Or live on Bridle Path next to Drake in my rotation

I need me lotta things though I'm thankful

And I been wishing for these numbers in my bankroll

Accounted with these thoughts, but I crave gold

Amounted with the green sauce, but I want more

Wondering what's next in my chapter

Take me to the 6ix and turn me into a pastor

Craziest ideas, I be ghosting em like Casper

But I met a girl there and she pitching me ideas

"Spoken words on stages" but I ask her

How could I even do it when there's words

I couldn't dare to speak in talking stages

Pages for my feels, but I been going places

I wish I really asked but she's busy with her major

But I vow to change the game, by starting in my city

Devoting all my power and my soul, I gotta make a milli

The cowards in they holes, so I'll crush'em with no pity

My foes are being mice so maybe call'em Mickey

Gotta make my dollars outta dimes

But many turn to dozens in no time

Collard greens and paper when I rhyme

I'm dreamin' even higher while I fly

Poetry from planes Imma use

I'm writing from the YUL

I let 'em check the tag for my value

I be worth a million jewels

My God-given tools, my God gave me fuse

Turning all the fools into musicians

Rappers in these news got weapons ammunitions

To live this life indeed is something I refuse