Laws of Pressure

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John Dutton the way that I handle this pressure

Gang only, don't do any extras

I won't stop 'til I'm reaching my nexus

I won't stop 'til the crib big as Texas

When it come to the game, I'm an expert

I won, I'm an OG finesser

We ship **** like 15 Lester

Goin' for the right right, gettin' trifecta

Now they waitin' for the child like the third trimester, the boy up in the lab like Dexter

Controllin' the game like I'm prominent, yes, they're pepper, I'm managing pressure

While I'm saving the game, I'm the rap messiahs, yeah, I'm exposin' these liars

'Cause these boys ain't real as they claim, they just hidin' behind masks like they Michael Myers

So I hate them ****, I'm sexist

So I hate them ****, I'm racist

Did they tell y'all **** I'm Ruckus?

One eye open, don't trust you suckers

I told Rick that it's back to the basics

Back to the plot, we escapin' the matrix

AE and I'm still reppin' Faceless

Naija boy, bang GT or Faces, yeah

They say pressure make you a diamond

From the dirt, but my neck still shinin'

I said why? All my business, I'm mindin'

Came out that business, I saw how we blind 'em

Fuck a wave, my **** Poseidon

Typhoon every time that we rhymin'

Soon as I feel like it's perfect timin'

Soon as I feel like it's perfect timin'

I'm gone, gone, g-g-gone

I'm gone, gone, g-g-gone

I'm gone, gone, g-g-gone

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone

I'm gone, gone, g-g-gone

I'm gone, gone, g-g-gone

I'm gone, gone, g-g-gone

I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm

Okay, rule number one, apply pressure

Rule number two, get the job done no matter the measures

Rule number three, take your **** with you

If they say they're not comin', then fuck it, whatever

Rule number four, all I need is myself

All I be is myself, all I see is myself

Give a fuck 'bout nobody, compete with myself

I'm an African kid, so I'm takin' the belt

Rule number five, I ain't lovin' no bitch

I ain't wifin' no thot, man, that's bad for my heath

Rule number six, if the world is Goliath

I'll turn into David, I'm takin' it down

Rule number seven, I'm prayin' to God

I get on my grind and I'm doin' my job

Doin' my J-O-B

Feastin' on **** like AOT

Heard they waitin' on me like the TTC

But these **** don't want none of that THC

No, they don't want smoke, they don't want gas

Feelin' like Dame with the way I dash

You **** lookin' weird, y'all pass for ****

Call me RuPaul with the way I drag you ****

Don't make me address you, ****

'Cause I'll overdo it

I don't need none of that makeup, I don't need none of that fake stuff

Feelin' like, huh, I'm feelin' like Kyrie the way that I ball and I handle this pressure

Feelin' like Kobe, I handle the pressure

Feelin' like Bron way I handle this pressure

Y'all **** bums like CP3

You can't handle no pressure, ain't won nothin' ever

Y'all **** bums like Karl Malone

You played against kids, you ain't won nothin' ever

Get on your grind, bro, for real

These the laws of pressure right here