No Pressure

Lyrics

[Intro] Niggas got the nerve to ask me if you feel pressure like we ain't get all this shit out the fuckin' mud, man Know what I'm sayin? If I did it once I do it twice, know what I'm saying The fuck is you talking 'bout? [Hook x2] There was never no pressure, they ain't rappers they wrestlers In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I'm special [Verse 1] Ain't no pressure got the weapon on me B.M.M. and O.T.M, I'm repping homie Bang the hood, I got the section on me Fuck the feds, my only testimony Hope you watch where you stepping homie All the brodies with the extra's homie Acting brazy, we gon' x him out G-check him, then he checking out Let it off or I might deck him out Know exactly what the set about Was selling smack, I found a better route Free RetcH until they let him out Pray for us, need some better days Mama say I need some better ways Still do petty shit for better pay Yeah I rap, but I still let it spray Send his ass up to Allah Hundred grams and with the shit in a jar Dirty stick and half a brick in the car Heard he sick, he seen his bitch with a star Crack a seal, no I don't sit at the bar Half a stick, I got your bitch on the bar Only hit her if the bitch up to par In the trenches they treat me like a Czar I make it rain then clear it out Lead showers, we gon' air it out Take your bitch and then we ware it out We the ones these bitches care about We the ones the streets hear about So we ain't feeling no pressure Judge a perc by the texture Thirty-eight, I'm special [Hook x2] There was never no pressure, they ain't rappers they wrestlers In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I'm special [Interlude] [Verse 2] Two bitches and two cups Two straps, don't give two fucks Two flips, now I'm too up Niggas talking like they knew us They sold crack where I grew up And shoot niggas where I came up Did the same to get my name up OG said we fucked the game up Say you niggas wouldn't save us Same drugs is what payed us Same streets is what raised us So pussy how could you blame us Ain't teach us, they be 'taint us Caged in, rearranged us They wanna see a nigga chained up Black panther, probably flamed up I'ma get it on my own time Got it popping on my own rhyme Really living out my own rhymes When it's beef I tote my own nine Fuck a shooter, do my own crimes Keep a seal up on my own lines Niggas on another nigga dick I'ma boss nigga, got my own mob [Hook x4] There was never no pressure, they ain't rappers they wrestlers In the kitchen whipping extras, might just go and cop a Tesla There was never no pressure, there was never no pressure There was never no pressure, thirty-eight, I'm special