My heart cold , chills coming

Double cup , spill nothing

Too much , too much

Okay now don't be scared to turn me up

That's the reason we play it fo'

Grandpa hit my line like I just heard you on the radio

It feel like I'm holding on

Maybe I should be letting go

Moving fast but we stepping slow

Just don't lose control on cruise control

And just ride

Like bitch don't kill my vibe

Ain't no tint up in my ride

I ain't got nothing to hide

I ain't , hiding the pain

I use to, bottle the pain

I use to , tell you I love you

But now I never love you the same

And it was written all on my face

But you gone feel like braille

Lately been feeling myself

But you can do it better

This for those days it use to rain

But we ain't pray for stormy weather

Now the sunshine when it rain

I guess it's getting better

Look, all of my **** is all of my ****

For all the wrong reasons

You gotta believe it

One day they gone see it

We moving like vegans

No beef for no reason but we still eating

Like Seymour feed me ,

And I ain't been smoking

I barely been drinking

I barely been thinking

Yeah, it's hard to believe it

You gotta believe it

You gotta believe in something

A greater purpose , a greater reason

My hands together , just know we need you

Just guide my people , through all the evil

we all exhausted , we all exhausted

And I can't call it , ain't no signal at the top

My heart cold

But I can feel the chills coming

Double cup over flowing

I won't spill nothing

Too much pressure , Too much pressure , Too much pressure

Yeah yeah

Too much pressure , too much pressure , too much pressure

My heart cold

But I can feel the chills coming

Double cup over flowing

I won't spill nothing

Too much pressure , Too much pressure , Too much pressure

Too much pressure , Too much pressure , Too much pressure

I done chitta chatted for too long

And now I'm the talk of the town

But they never never speak on me now

I'm focused on moving the crowd

But I never move with the crowd

I be out here on my lonely

And real recognize real

And I ain't worried about your homies

Look

This for my **** that know the price

But they still thugging

Mama praying for em on Sunday

Yeah, she still love 'em

Blood thicker than water

We strangers but we still cousins

Can't pick our family like friends

But we blessed, so we still love 'em

Yeah yeah

My heart cold but I can feel the chills coming

Double cup over flowing , I won't spill nothing

Too much pressure , too much pressure , too much pressure

Yeah yeah

Too much pressure , too much pressure , too much pressure

My heart cold but I can feel the chills coming

Double cup over flowing , I won't spill nothing

Too much pressure , too much pressure , too much pressure

Too much pressure , too much pressure , too much pressure