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The Pressure
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Don Toliver
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Pressure, pressure I can feel pressure Just a little bit The pressure weigh a ton, it's gettin too heavy Had to inspire them again like I didn't already Real ones still around, release the confetti God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) I ain’t made it ‘til we all can say that we made it Been down with the hustle so long, feel like we related Take my word like you would from thе book of Revelations Dead prеsidents, that sh*t come when you dedicated I invest in education 'cause we wasn’t privy We got busy, put scholarship programs throughout the city Jefe, did it my way, chairman of the committee Rat Pack n***as like Sinatra in the 60s Come through on some wavy sh*t Valentino camouflage on some Army/Navy sh*t I know you can feel the pressure, keep up with my cadences QB lingo, freestyles tapin’ on Stretch and Bobbito Hit threw me the beat and I had to eat it, ugh The lies y'all recorded in your session, delete it Hurtin’ n***as, I think they out for the rest of the season Tried to play it cool, they don’t wanna see me heated, nah The pressure weigh a ton, it’s gettin' too heavy Had to inspire them again like I didn’t already Real ones still around, release the confetti God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) Pressure God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) Just a little bit The world on my shoulders, it’s gettin’ too heavy I been bench pressing the problems, ain’t even get sweaty Cops brutalizing kids, I see it too steadily Correctional facilities never do it correctly My main statement is this whole game is triangulated Little versions of who? N***a, there’s no replacement Besides my kids, boundaries are my greatest creation I been on fire four generations It’s Nas 'til I’m gone, give my all, give 'em more Miles on my Peloton, I been working on my core Colors of Benetton, pastel rugs on the floor Meal prep me, Ferrari Testi She out on the terrace, gla** of Petrus with her bestie Drunk textin' while I’m out here tryna spread the message You searchin' for qualities that I’m already blessed with R&B exes, charms on her necklace God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) God’s Son across the belly ('Cross the belly, 'cross the belly) Weight of the world Embrace the pressure Pressure I can feel pressure Just a little bit, yeah
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