What Pressure

**** can’t tell me shit about how to move this ink pen, don’t get me started, fuck it where do I begin. Cause I reign superior, destroy competitors, challengers or runners-up, etc., etc. My catalog is full of gold, yeah I done broke the mold, Imma keep dropping I don’t care how much the shit sold. But truth be told, stay getting mine when I’m on the grind, 10 years, 10 projects I think I’m doing fine. And the way I deliver these bars it should be a crime, roll something up, I’m trying to steal the moon out the sky. Cause when it comes to this shit, I got a endless supply, minding my business so my business is a enterprise. God blessed me with this gift, when I script out these lines, I was born good can’t tell planned or it’s improvised. So when you catch me out here, just know you can get it live, cause I don’t sympathize with Wack hoes and wimpy guys.

Give me pressure, what pressure? Don’t exist cause I’m too tight. Pressure bust pipes, naw **** I’m just too nice. Give me pressure, what pressure? Don’t exist cause I’m too right. Pressure bust pipes, naw **** I’m just too nice. Give me pressure, what pressure? Don’t exist cause I’m too tight. Pressure bust pipes, naw **** I’m just too nice/ Give me pressure, what pressure? Don’t exist cause I’m too right. Pressure bust pipes, naw **** I’m just too nice.

Betta call the authorities when ILL Gordon on the loose, but you probably gone need a morgue by time they get to you. Serial killer, lyrically, what I intend to be, cooking bars like chemistry in penitentiaries. Creating gas they use in the chamber…essentially, and if that’s what I’m know for, I’ll bask in the infamy. I’m known for always keeping it a hundred like a century, my hand wave and pull strings, conductor of a symphony. Propose to this rap music, even though the bitch ugly, Sonning rappers now I’m married with children like Al Bundy. Its my shit then I run it, its your shit then I want it, trying to get this money all together like I’m crowdfunding. Trying to stack it up till I’m sitting on a pile of it, social distance in this race, you **** stay a mile from me. Couldn’t take the style from me, if I gave you the blueprint, like I gave you the stick and you still didn’t do shit.

Give me pressure, what pressure? Don’t exist cause I’m too tight. Pressure bust pipes, naw **** I’m just too nice. Give me pressure, what pressure? Don’t exist cause I’m too right. Pressure bust pipes, naw **** I’m just too nice. Give me pressure, what pressure? Don’t exist cause I’m too tight. Pressure bust pipes, naw **** I’m just too nice. Give me pressure, what pressure? Don’t exist cause I’m too right. Pressure bust pipes, naw **** I’m just too nice