(Zelle on the beat ****)

Woah PRESSURE lately I been runnin round wit them steppas

Damn I'm a young finesser

And I keep that Glock right on my dresser

Damn pull-up in a Tesla

Remember when I use to ride on Septa

Cool it up right on the stove I'm a young **** baggin up all of the extras

We got a whole lotta poles You can get hit wit that choppa get put on a stretcher

Yeah Woah PRESSURE

Woah Choppa gone clear out scene

I keep these racks in my jeans

I gave that crack to the fiends

And I just spent a couple hunnit on a motherfucking Glock I'm attaching the beam

Chasing a bag and a dream

I had to run up the guap,

I heard he run wit the op

They must wanna get shot

Young **** came up from nothing remember the bottom now we at the top

We was outside we was hustling we had to struggle we come from the block

We had to run from the cops

Free all my **** they locked down

All of my **** is dirty they stuck in the system this shit done got hot now

Can't let em get to my hitta ain't doing no bitchin I know it can't stop now

**** gone keep getting knocked down

Oh yeah I bet they heard how them shots sound

We in the trap everyday yeah

Just a young **** tryin to get paid yeah

I can tell when you lie to my face yeah

I came up I don't know why they hatin

Bout that money you know I don't play yeah

Got them racks bustin outta the safe yeah

And I never keep changing my ways yeah

Touch some money you might just turn fake yeah

Woah PRESSURE lately I been runnin round wit them steppas

Damn I'm a young finesser

And I keep that Glock right on my dresser

Damn pull-up in a Tesla

Remember when I use to ride on Septa

Cool it up right on the stove I'm a young **** baggin up all of the extras

We got a whole lotta poles You can get hit wit that choppa get put on a stretcher