Pressure it feels no better

I’m hopping onto whips on my own

I’m going for the cheddar

Riding around the cops on my ass so what

Seen me on the block with no tags go nuts

Screaming fuck twelve they’re like there he go

Speeding up my car smell like Texaco

Tryna drive with no feelings there’s some things that I’ve seen on the road woah woah woah

Tinted glass on the ceiling reflections telling me just to go go go

150 on the dash swerve fast before I crash no way just get out of my way

Forget bout my past got my foot on the gas then I skate they got me like

Pressure it feels no better

I’m hopping onto whips on my own

I’m going for the cheddar

Even if my sights wrong

Even if my mic gone

I give up everything on stages when the lights on

But see there’s

Too many feelings on the road

Not enough **** who be following the code

I see the signs I’m not following where they go

I won’t decline multiplying all my pesos

A superstar in the making it ain’t maybe

I ain’t never switching sides they can’t pay me

Cuz I been counting the days for too long

To feel this type of feeling my handle be too strong

The weight of the world up on my shoulders for real

They got me like

Pressure it feels no better

I’m hopping onto whips on my own

I’m going for the cheddar