Pressure

Original

Bow, boom.

I promise it's the last time I gotta do it over, but I'm telling you now.

Trees.

Yeah.

Bow-bow-bow.

Bow-bow.

-I, I, I, I don't know about pressure. -Nah.

But which one of them got wet? The free love people like Stephen orts.

The sight -of the mash have you looking at death. -You know.

Singing my heart to Alicia Keys in the back of the ride with the loaded skeng.

-What? -OG Jordan, bringing it back.

Just rap five bars without taking a breath.

-Even. -It ain't making sense.

-Nah. -I've been rapping for like four years.

-Four years. -And all night still sat on the bench.

-It's tight. -This type of shit got me changing genre.

-Okay. -Which one gon' make me a ten?

-Dunno. -Up in the field like my name Paul Pogba.

-Bow. -OT on my blade, don't bend.

-Don't bend. -This type of beat have my shoulder fling.

-Woo.

-Jump out with a spin with a burst, he's -skinned, but he move one inch. -Bow.

I love staying the trap like laps. I'm five-foot-ten, but I'll take your bitch.

-I will. -Like who said I don't make cash?

Your bae -seen my stack, now she giving you lip. -Ten back.

-Like no, you can't be on my level. -Nah.

-I put sticks in the ride, no metal. -Now, bow.

Side ting keep saying she love me. Saved in my phone as emoji devil.

-Freak. -Deep throat, gotta know that she ox it.

-Cash in abundance, sweet like Cheryl. -It's sweet.

Spat for the mash, got two in the trap. Brand new box and a brand new Kel.

-Brand new Kel.

-You know, -I, I, I don't know about pressure. -I know.

But which one of them got wet? The free love people like Stephen orts.

The sight -of the mash have you looking at death. -Like that.

Singing my heart to Alicia Keys in the back of the ride with a loaded skeng.

-Bow. -OG Jordan, I'm bringing it back.

Just rap five bars without taking a breath. Givenchy T on my neck, smell clean.

-My heart. -Ho keep talking 'bout Lululemon.

Bitch, I -don't even know what you mean. -What the fuck?

A young R9 and the guns stay on me. In KB, I'm a real OG.

-Like that. -Can't lack, got the eighty zombie.

-Bow. -Mits got splashed and dropped.

-Ching. -Same day, man, I flew out the country.

-Dropped sets with the gang. -Uh.

-SK love panic and dash. -Bow.

Man walking around with a pssh. Like who's on who? You mad.

-I am mad. -Hundred K like less than a month.

Try tuck -that gang, you ain't doing that's facts. -That's facts. Uh.

-This type of beat have my shoulder fling. -Woo.

Jump out with a spin with a burst, he's skinned, but he move one inch.

-Bow. -I love staying the trap like laps.

I'm -five-foot-ten, but I'll take your bitch. -I will.

Like who said I don't make cash? Your bae seen my stack, now she giving you lip.

-Ten back. -Like no, you can't be on my level.

-Nah. -I put sticks in the ride, no metal.

-You know. -Side ting keep saying she love me.

Saved -in my phone as emoji devil. -She a freak.

Deep throat, gotta know that she ox it. Cash in abundance, sweet like Cheryl.

Like Cheryl.

-Bow. Like, like. -I, I, I don't know about pressure.

-I know. -But which one of them got wet?

-The free. -The free love people like Stephen orts.

The sight of the mash have you looking at death.

-Like that.

-Singing my heart to Alicia Keys in the -back of the ride with a loaded skeng. -Like.

OG Jordan, I'm bringing it back. Just rap five bars without taking a breath.

-If you see.

-If you see man blacked in the night, tep -fees, bro, bro, man, you must do dash. -Run off.

Throw up your sign if you think you're live.

Rep that gang if you think you're -bad. -You're not.

-DB, put nine in the clip. -Bow.

-And just link me for the rams. -The rams.

It's on when you're talking shit. VT on my back, that's facts.

That's facts.

Ay, yo, mm-mm.

Bow-bow-bow.

Yeah.