Correction Lyrics Apply Pressure by Merkules & Kevin Gates

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Lyrics

There’s demons inside of me testing my patience
Remember they told me that I’d never make it
But never the less they gon’ mention my name
With the greats stay away from the hate it is contagious
Ain’t goin’ to sleep so I’m pouring a liter
Got so many stripes like my clothes were Adidas
You sink and you swim I was thrown in the deeper
Patron in my system I don’t need a reason

I’m getting too much money I can’t count it
I need about 100K a day as my allowance
VVS diamonds got my whole team shining
Just bought a brand new rollie
And I don’t care what the time is

Look,
I been through the mud got regret on my conscience
Anxiety fucked up my head in the process
I used to starving down there at the bottom
But manifestation’s what let me still prosper
As long as my family good then we straight
Now everyone’s eating there’s room on my plate
I don’t need a vest all they shootings blanks
Shout out to gates, we got money to make

I need a big bag
I’m tryna do big thangs
I been feeling myself
Pull up and I switch lanes
Call me by my nick name
Fuck everyone else
I need a big bag
I’m tryna do big thangs
I been feeling myself
Pull up and I switch lanes
Call me by my nick name
Fuck everyone else

I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure now

I’m into big bags, thumbing through big cash
Got ahead of myself I dun been did bad
Now I don’t give a bitch ass
I ain’t tell on myself, hmm
Everybody wanna shun on side to you
You was broke ain’t no one have time for you
How that you was loving try to mind fuck you
Vicious life of crime
Can’t retire from it
Russian, jewish, lawyer, tell the truth to me
All my other lawyers they just lie to me
You get locked up, who gon’ ride for ya?
Someone try something who gon slide for ya?
You will never love me like my daughter love me
Everything funny she gon’ cry for me
Breadwinner yeah, Ima die for it
Blood on the money, doing time for it
Penitentiary child stood in like for it
Wanted elevation went and cried for it
Judge a nigga , coming from under the gutter, turned nothing into major status
Currency caller been clicking my finger tips and a vision a paper addict
All in the past we paid, we’re set
We made it out now we raising glasses

I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure
I’m applying the pressure

Thanks to John Loper for correcting these lyrics

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