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Pressure

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Hip-Hop/Rap

Pressure was released on April 25, 2025 by Epidemic Sound as a part of the album All Green - Single

Song Details

AlbumAll Green - Single

Release DateApril 25, 2025

LabelEpidemic Sound

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM71

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Witchitaw Slim

Vocals

DonVayei

Programming

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Jerald Trenton Brown

Jerald Trenton Brown

Composer

Donovan Valle

Composer

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

DonVayei

Producer

Lyrics

I’m at a rare tier

Tell em all just stand down till the cup gold and the stands clear

I been outrunning top gunning competition they know who the man here

I can never fail

I can never fall

Count it up without a cashier

And last year was real

25 I’m up fast on they heels

Built to last

Never last

Up the gear

Hit the gas

Ima mash

Till a mill

I can’t be lacking till it’s sealed

Cause this too extravagant to chill

I ain’t missing no games road game watch me bring it home

I Lost a couple out here this a cold game

But I bounce back from it strong

We had it locked in ‘fore they known

It ain’t no top ten I’m the throne

This how you elevate it without selling out

I kept it true to me

Ain’t ever chasing clout

Now like they who is he

Who am I

Never tied I’m running through a knot

Bringing pressure if you knew or not

Cause I could never settle for another spot

Up the level ima make it hot

But I’ll never sweat em

Know they wanna see a king down to his knees please I’ll never let em

This is destiny

And I arise every time

All of the odds I defied

They say the eyes never lie

Well look into mine see the prize

Ball hard no lesser

This drive mine no Tesla

This whip Glide like Drexler

Full court I bring pressure

I bring pressure

I bring pressure

I bring pressure

I bring

Who you know done did it this big

I ain’t show a lot the wrist did

Eating bread like the rich kidz

Sending headshots and getting gigs

I been on a run for some months

You know I ain’t stopping they can see it

Vicious with the pen and they mid

Could proly kill em all off the lid

This how the pastor act

You get no pass for that

Records, My name in the books

And you chasing the goat

Proly give you a panic attack

Don’t need no handout I’m handling that

Look like they brought Mr. Anderson back

Yeah I’m the one

Send em scrambling back

Don’t got a thumbnail I’m still on attack

“Don’t let em don’t let em win” in my head on repeat

So much focus a camera could snap

We won’t go back to no ramen boy I gotta eat

I need platters and napkins in laps

I got that dope you gone have to relapse

Who want this smoke I put packs in the air

Rock out a show have they hands in the air

With my folks in the cut it’s a family affair

I understand why they doubted this line of profession don’t have too many succeed

But I’m gone comeback with a diamond you bring that pressure to me

Written by: Donovan Valle, Jerald Trenton Brown

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